Gypsy
I had expected to wake up alone. When I finally opened my eyes and rolled over to peer sleepily at the clock on the bedside table, it was almost eleven, but I could hear the shower from the half-opened door of the bathroom.
Not only had Fang stayed with me, but I had slept. Actually slept for the first time in years. I had forgotten how good it felt to get more than an hour or two at a time. Of course, it could’ve had something to do with the mind-blowing s*x.
Fang hadn’t torn the orgasms from my body like he had the first time we had come together, instead, he had coaxed them. Over and over again.
He had been almost loving.
Something I never thought I would say about him.
“You're finally awake?” He appeared in the doorway, a towel perilously low on his hips. Water dripped dow
