ROBYN
"f**k!" Kane grunted as he pulled out of me, lying on his back.
He draped one arm over my body, and neither of us said anything for a moment. I stared at the ceiling, my hand resting on my stomach, feeling my own pulse still pounding beneath my palm.
Then he pressed his lips to my cheek and pulled away. It had become a habit, his own form of affection after s*x.
The mattress moved as he stood, and I heard him moving around the room, the soft rustle of clothing being gathered.
"I'll be in the study," he said, already at the door. "Let me know when you're done prepping for school, so I can take you myself."
"Mmh." I muttered, and he left without sparing me another glance.
I lay there for a long time, staring at nothing, my mind turning over the same tired loop it always did sinc
