Rory’s POV
I had woken up in Marcus’ bed on Saturday morning, deliciously sore, and when I rolled over and saw him beside me, I did what any rational woman would do when faced with the aftermath of her own impulsive decisions, I left him sleeping and ran away.
I can’t even explain why I did it! I mean, it was just s*x between two consenting adults. Marcus needed comfort and I provided it, but as I bite down on my lip, I can’t forget how he looked at me, the emotions that swam in his eyes as he entered me in his bed. It wasn’t the harsh f.ucking of before, it was . . . gentle . . . caring . . . and I didn’t know what to do with it. Then too wake up in his arms, and liking it way more than I should, I freaked and did the thing I appear to be an expert at with this man, I ran as far and as
