*Cora’s POV*
Placing Adrian’s note on my bedside table I throw my legs over the side of the bed, the movement brings my attention to an aching feeling between my thighs. I smile at the memory of Adrian throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me to our room, and I touch my lips remembering the taste of tongue gliding over them. Oh Goddess, I love that man, as impossible as he can be, I can’t help but love every quirk and every inch of him. He is mine, and I am his.
It is only 9am, leaving at least three hours before Adrian could meet me for lunch, so I decide to dial Anna’s number. I have missed her terribly during these past few weeks, and we have so much to catch up on. It feel like a lifetime had passed since I had shared an apartment with her.
“Is it really you? Cora?” Anna’s voi
