She’d only brought the one “just in case” condom, so they drove each other crazy with their hands and mouths instead, taking their time, learning each other’s sweet spots.
Afterward, she sprawled across his chest, limp and sated, her cheeks a rosy-pink.
“Wake me if I get too heavy,” she murmured as she drifted into sleep.
He was on the verge of sleep himself, but he smiled as he thought about the way she’d teased him, the sass of her, the way she made him feel.
This was good. He knew it in his bones. It might be too soon, he might be too messed up, but it was happening and he wasn’t about to throw it away. As Cassandra had said, they’d had enough s**t in their lives. Why shouldn’t they enjoy some good stuff for as long as it lasted?
The voice at the back of his head wanted to pick a f
