Kayla
"Are you on the pill?" he asked, his voice low and raspy as he started to pull back, his breathing still heavy against my neck.
I shook my head, my face flushed. "I... I stopped after..." I trailed off, the memory of my ex making my throat tight.
"Because of that i***t?" he asked, a dark groan vibrating in his chest. I simply nodded. He didn't say another word about it; he just pulled me into his arms, wrapping a discarded blanket around both of us as we settled onto the thick rug.
We talked for a long time, then I looked up at his sharp jawline and whispered, "Do you cuddle all your girlfriends like this?"
Damien looked down at me, his expression uncharacteristically soft. "I don't have girlfriends, Kayla. I just cuddle my wife."
My heart nearly escaped from my chest at those
