GAHRYE
The next morning was fascinating. Gahrye had never curled up with a female before, never allowed himself—or her that intimacy. But with Kalle it had been entirely natural to hold her until they both slept.
He'd woken, bleary eyed from lack of sleep and turned to find her watching him, smiling, waiting for him to wake, her scent washed in desire.
He'd taken her again. He'd been unable to resist.
Reality hadn't crashed in until they lay there together, their breaths easing, and the sun rising outside.
She'd groaned and covered her face, and for a moment he'd panicked. "What is it?" He rolled over to lean over her, pulling her hands away so he could see her, measure her. What had happened?
She let her hands fall, then pushed her lower lip out. "I have to go to work today," she grumbled.
