Waking the next morning, I laid upon the soft sheets of my bed. His scent still lingered, even after his long absence.
Memories flooded my mind of the way he touched me – the way he kissed me.
I was enraptured with the feeling of him upon my body, and I knew that the sinful thoughts shouldn’t be there, but I couldn’t help it.
I didn’t want them to stop.
Running my fingers across my lips, I closed my eyes and smiled before slowly pulling myself from the bed. Ethan had acted differently last night…
So much differently that it seemed bedding me might be more than just a job to him.
Looking through the large closet that sat adjacent to my bed, I pulled on a denim blue dress and matched it with a cute pair of white panties. The white sneakers Vicky had given me the week before seemed more appropriate with my outfit choice than sandals or heels– not to mention more comfortable.
