Kristoff
It's a little after eight in the morning when I stir awake, my head hot and throbbing — mouth dry. I don't bother stretching a hand to check the other side of the bed to see if Titania is still asleep, because I know she's not. She slipped out of the room a few moments ago, clutching her lingerie.
Last night was the first time I slept next to a woman without any s****l intent in a long while. It normally goes one of both ways — either I can't control myself and we end up staying up all night, f*****g like wild rabbits, or I slip away in the middle of the night, downstairs, to sleep on the couch. But last night, I slept soundlessly, spooning her from behind. When she curled her fist around my d**k, I was surprised. I knew she loathed me, knew she wanted anything more than to slee
