Chapter 143 Mrs Ingram

• It was in the early hours of the morning when Paul's boundless energy finally waned. The pent-up frustration had driven him to embark on a marathon, reminiscent of his punishment methods. The human body, however, was ill-equipped for such relentless exertion, but Paul always seemed determined to prove a point.
• Lying on my stomach, I shifted repeatedly in search of a dry spot before ultimately deciding to settle at the foot of the mattress. Paul joined me at the lower end. “Go away Count Dracula,” I mumbled, exhaustion coursing through my veins.
• “Have you stopped dripping, Honeycomb?” he teased, and then I gently pushed him away. He kissed my temple before encouraging me to use his arm as a pillow. I eventually nestled on his chest, his warmth bringing me an overwhelming sense of serenity. I edged closer, wrapping my arms around him.