Chapter 44

• Lucas slumped onto the bed, defeated and sated. My own orgasm dwindled down, a happy heat, and I gazed into the TV with absolute affection. He lay there on the bed, exhausted. His chest rose and fell with each breath he took and he lifted his shirt up to his chin then rested his hand on his revealed chest. His cock slipped downwards, softening, finding a home right between his thighs. He looked so quiet and defenseless and I wanted to go to him.
• “Lucas,” I said to the TV, to him. “Let me in your room.”
• “Amira,” he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. “I can’t. We can’t do…”