After undoing my restraints, Kai placed the rope back into one of his drawers, handed me a glass of water, and lay beside me, his hands all over my body again, but this time, they weren’t rough and demanding.
This time, he was soft and gentle and—dare I say—loving.
“Drink that, then lie down with me,” he said.
I took a big gulp to wet my dry throat and placed the cup on the side table, lying back in the bed and in his arms. Gently, he rubbed my arms where the ropes had been, massaging the skin as if he hadn’t been punishing me moments ago, his curly hair covering his forehead and his dark eyes drifting across my face.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
This was strange. After I f****d João, he acted like it hadn’t happened. And Landon didn’t really cuddle like this. Never once had a g
