Chapter 81 I Care

• It's one thing to have a few drinks and call it a night, and another to experience a passionate night and then go to bed. But when the two are combined, the physical results seldom spell achievement.
• Paul and I eventually made it to the bedroom in the early hours of the morning, tiptoeing up the stairs almost as if it were a walk of shame. Later that morning, we bathed together, trying to soothe the effects that had accentuated the aftermath of our passionate night.
• He gently messaged my neck, leaving watery patches on my skin. “I wonder how you are going to top this next year,” he asked, his voice shrouded in excitement I couldn't find the energy to respond, my thoughts consumed by fatigue. “Fate certainly smiled at me with you,” he commented, leaning back, his arms resting on the rim of the bath.