Chapter 49

• NICK
• I watch her as I cook up our pasta, chopping tomatoes as she pretends to ponder over an assignment. She’s not thinking about her college work, not even close. Her eyes flick in my direction every time she thinks I’m occupied, and her cheeks are still pretty pink, flushed with that beautiful post-orgasmic glow every man likes to see after he’s been eating pussy.
• She’s barely dressed, and if her camisole, knickers, and socks combination is deliberate. She couldn’t look more innocent little girl if she tried. It shouldn’t feel as good as it does, this thing we’ve got. It shouldn’t feel as though my life meant nothing before she was here, but it does.