Chapter 89 I'm Never Letting Go

• He took his time eating, while I continued to count the time, waiting for him. I tried not to think of what he would do when he saw me, as that would only make me nervous. I couldn't tell if he would be happy to see me or just disgusted that I wanted to use my body to apologise for what I did earlier.
• After what felt like an eternity, I heard something, probably his footsteps. My breath caught, and my heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought he could hear it from wherever he was. If it were possible, that is.
• I heard the door open before the lock turned, and he stepped in. I kept my face pressed to the silk sheets, my arse arched toward him, waiting.