Faith
Waking up was the last thing I wanted to do but I couldn’t ignore the hushed whispers and movement in the small shack.
“Good morning Faith.” Sebastian’s voice spoke from above me before I had even cracked open my eyes.
For a second I was confused , why was I asleep on the floor, covered in scraps of material? And then it hit me.
The previous night came back in a rush. Every sweaty , orgasm filled moment of it and I hid my face in my arms.
What the hell had I been thinking?
“Faith.” Miles was there, right in front of me. I could tell without even opening my eyes. It was the smell of his skin. The timber of his voice.
I could probably tell each sin just by smell now.
“Faith look at me.” His hands were cold against my face as he drew me up into a sitting position. “What i
