AMELIA’S POV
I woke up after the best night's sleep in forever. My drop - dead gorgeous, going - to - be - the - death - of - me - mate, was still fast asleep, holding me to him quite tightly. Despite our vigorous s****l activities, I was feeling extremely rested, albeit, moving around while trying to get out of bed did make me realise that I was quite sore in some places. I guess that boy did keep his promise to some extent of me not being able to walk. Ugh did he realise how much we had to do and that I couldn’t afford to be incapacitated in any way (not that I could really complain too much). The heights of s****l pleasures combined with all the different positions I tried in one night itself had me blushing all over again. Z, the ever chatterbox, was also unusually quiet. I guess she
