Wright:
The air in the room is thick and heavy, smelling of s*x and sweat and us. I’m still half on top of her, my weight a welcome anchor.
I don’t want to move. I don’t want to break the spell. But she shifts beneath me, a small, contented sigh escaping her lips.
I push myself up on my elbows, looking down at her. Her eyes are closed, her face serene. There’s a smear of her mascara under one eye, her lips are swollen, and her hair is a tangled mess on the pillow. She’s never looked more beautiful.
“Stay here,” I murmur, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.
I force myself to move, rolling off her and onto my feet. Every muscle feels loose and used in the best possible way.
I glance back at the bed. She’s watching me now, her eyes soft and hazy, a faint blush on her cheeks as she tak
