Rhys Van Acker
Next morning…
I reach out, then open my eyes when my hands touch cool sheets. Slightly disoriented, I stare at the spot where Peach should be. I didn’t dream the night.
It’s the s*x, my d**k says.
It’s not the s*x. Well, okay, it’s partly the s*x. But I’ve never felt this way after s*x with another woman. Making her lose herself isn’t just fun, it’s satisfying. I could spend the rest of my life doing it.
I get out of bed and look around. Peach’s clothes and shoes aren’t strewn on the floor anymore. Did she go back to her room? For some reason, the thought annoys me,
and then the annoyance annoys me more.
I use the bathroom, brush my teeth and throw on a robe, then pad out of the room. My clothes turn out not to be strewn all over the floor, either. They’re draped o
