Chapter 180 A Warm Bed

Much, much later, after Caleb ravaged me on the stairs again and then twice more in my bedroom, once we are relatively cleaned up, though I still carry his scent all over me, Caleb sits on the edge of my bed, staring at me as I recline there, jelly-like and sated. We need to have a talk, and I know it’s coming. But still, I try to enjoy this moment while I can, the calm before the storm. My body thrums with the remnants of pleasure, so relaxed, so pleased.