Chapter 7 Roll Over

• The first streak of dawn sunlight crept into the floor-to-ceiling windows when I realized he was shifting next to me.
• I was still lying on my stomach, one knee drawn up, my sheets tangled around my waist. All of my muscles ached in that well-used way. The cum from the night before had dried sticky between my thighs. I expected him to get out of bed, to grab his phone, and to turn back into that cold, calculated man that ordered coffee and tossed out women.
• But Daxton’s hand settled on my lower back.