Chapter Thirteen
Weston Springs
“Tell me my deepest, darkest secret.”
hugged him tighter. With her head resting on his shoulder, she could smell his deodorant, as well as the strange scent that was the result of them having s*x. Her inner thighs were slick, her lower abdomen was sore, and she felt drained, but she couldn’t remember the last time she’d ever felt this happy. And complete.
“Umm, you’ll have to be more specific,” she told him. He was massaging her scalp with his fingertips. Every so often he’d kiss her hair or sweaty forehead. His other hand held her knee over his groin. His semi-flaccid erection was a lump beneath her leg.
“What did you learn about me? What did you see inside my head?”
“Strangely enough, not much. I saw a lot of me.”
His hand paused. “You?”
She snorte
