Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Three. Pamela.
Pamela’s Point of View.
I cannot contain the giggle that erupts from my lips, as Smithy carries me up the stairs.
“Erm, which room?” his husky voice asks, with something that sounds like desperation.
“The second door to the right, or third to the left,” I tell him, still giggling like the school children I teach.
He opens the door, and strides over to the bed.
“I cannot go all cave man on you, and throw you onto the bed. However, I will save that for another time, given your leg situation,” he mutters, and I am not sure if he is saying that to me, or himself. However, his sexy words cause a heat to erupt from my stomach, downwards.
“Gentle cave man?” I ask, with another giggle, as he let’s out a low groan and bobs his head.
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