Chapter 165 One-hundred And Sixty-five

• Abel
• Three days. Three incredible days since Millicent let me back into her bed. We'd fallen into a pattern already - I'd slip into her suite after Alexander was down for the night, and we'd lose ourselves in each other until dawn threatened to expose us. Then I'd drag myself back to my wing, pretending I'd slept there, fooling absolutely no one.
• The sex was... fuck. It was everything. Desperate and healing and addictive all at once. We were using our bodies to avoid the harder conversations we needed to have, and we both knew it. But when Millicent was underneath me, crying out my name, or when she was riding me with that fierce determination in her eyes, I couldn't bring myself to care about anything else.