Chapter 8
YASMINE
Cracking my eyes open, I wake in his arms in an unfamiliar bed, surrounded by his aftershave, the smell of sex thick in the air, and wrapped in a bear hug.
My body might be sore from our bedroom gymnastics, but it was amazing, and I’d do it all over again if he asked.
If he does, I might say yes to every night from now on.
I hope he does.
I cringe at the dried semen between my thighs, but I’m hesitant to move because I want to stay here forever.
How can a stranger feel so familiar?
And right for me?
None of what we did together in this bed all night felt awkward. There was something about the way our bodies moved together, writhing against each other in perfect synchrony, that made every touch and every moan of ecstasy feel natural.
I snuggle into his warm chest, his arm coming around me protectively, pulling me closer and wrapping me in him.
And I fall asleep again because I’ve never felt so safe.