Chapter 66

• The café we are having breakfast in is busy and bustling. Christopher had an omelet, and I had pancakes. And while he’s completely calm and sated, on the other side of the table is a completely different story. I’m flushed, heated, sated, shocked that I like his depravity, and damn it . . . even a little embarrassed.
• We didn’t have sex this morning. We didn’t need to.
• He came listening to me moan while he showed me what I’ve been missing in the shower.