Chapter 76 This Doesn't End Here

• The couches in Miles’s office might look very flush, but it’s a ruse. The padding is hard as a rock. Even with the cushion of Miles around me, holding me as I rest against his chest, the parts of me that touch the cushion – my elbow, my thigh – might as well be sitting on concrete.
• We’re clothed enough now to not worry about who might walk in. Miles still has my panties in his pocket, but my skirt is pushed back down.
• The bliss of the afterglow has come and gone by now, but I’m still enjoying Miles’s closeness and way he’s holding me so tenderly, like I’m something precious.