POV: Vivian | Timeline: Saturday
Saturday. Day two.
I woke up with my hand between my legs and Alexander's name on my lips.
The sheets were soaked with sweat. My body felt like a live wire—every nerve ending sparking, every touch simultaneously too much and not enough. I'd dreamed about him again. About his hands on my body, his voice in my ear, his c**k pushing inside me while he told me I was his.
I'd woken up on the edge of an orgasm I couldn't finish.
The frustration was becoming unbearable. Physical pain. A constant ache between my legs that nothing could satisfy.
I dragged myself out of bed. Showered carefully, avoiding my oversensitive c**t. Dressed in comfortable clothes. Made coffee I didn't taste.
The contract sat on my kitchen table. I'd moved it from room to room over th
