Every part of me was aching, and I couldn’t remember ever feeling so sore. I shifted a little, instantly regretting it as my muscles protested. Why did I feel like this? What exactly had I done—
And then it all hit me.
My thoughts were interrupted by the flooding memories of what Draven and I did all day long.
After that second round, it was like a switch had flipped. My desire skyrocketed, and I couldn't get enough. Everywhere in the house became our playground—the bedroom, the bathroom, the living room. Just the thought of it made my cheeks flush.
At one point, Draven told me we should stop because I needed to eat and drink something, so we went to the kitchen, only for it to happen twice, and ended up with burned food.
Eventually, he called someone—I wasn’t sure who
