Ewan
Waking up next to Taryn’s bare, pliant body is a new experience. I’m not a saint, but I’ve always kept my s****l encounters brief and separate from my life. However, Taryn is more than an encounter. I care for her. She’s the first woman with whom I have felt a deep connection. I don’t even think I felt this way about her sister, Tamsyn.
It’s a precarious situation because I don’t want her to think that I’m using her. I no longer have feelings for Tamsyn. Especially after realizing what kind of monster she became. No, I want Taryn, and now that I have her, I intend to enjoy her.
I turn over in my bed and face Taryn’s resting form. She’s lying on her side with her hand beneath her chin. She looks well-loved, with her hair spread wildly across the pillow, her lush lips pouting sweet
