Chapter 44

• Megan shook her head. Without the torture of continuous fucking and no way to get off, things were starting to feel real again.
• She was too aware of how sweaty she was, her wetness smeared everywhere, the spit on her face dampening gray and brown hair, how silly she must have looked lying there and exposing herself like an offering for him. She closed her eyes, feeling absurd.
• “You’re perfect,” he said. “You have no idea.”