I spent the night.
I slept in Locke Atwood's bed.
If we're getting technical, I was held prisoner...but being trapped beneath his big leg, his arms wrapped around me like a straitjacket? There are way worse things in this life.
Understatement.
I've never been more filled with joy. With hope and love.
Oh God, those are such dangerous emotions.
Two days ago I slunk back into the shadows, but he pulled me out. He refused to let me stay there. I was just going to watch him sleep from the roof of his guest house. But he called me. And lord, he was so aroused. So hard. I couldn't say no. I couldn't stay away, no matter how many times I called myself selfish. A liar.
He has no idea who is sleeping beside him.
What if...he never finds out?
Is that possible?
We could go on like this forev
