Chapter 209 Not A Good Idea

• Beau and I somehow end up on the carpet at the base of the couch. By now, we are both naked, limbs tangled, with bliss coursing through my veins.
• With my head resting on Beau’s chest, I counted the steady beat of his heart, as he gently carded his fingers through my hair near my scalp.
• Moments like this, I wish could stretch on forever. In the afterglow, my brain has entirely shut off. All I can do is lie here and allow the hum of pleasure to course through me.