The next morning, I’m sluggish and satisfied, naked in the bed. The covers are over me, but only from the waist down, leaving my breasts exposed while I stretch my arms over my head.
Maybe I’m just more comfortable like this.
Or maybe I’m putting on a bit of a show because Caleb is still here and he keeps glancing back at me, through the body length mirror he’s standing in front of. He’s naked too, so I can easily spot his twitch of interest every time he glances back.
When he does look back at his own reflection, he examines the clear love bite I sucked into his neck last night. It’s just under the jut of his jawline. If he wasn’t clean shaven, he might have been able to hide it with a beard. It’s too high for even his highest collar to fully cover it.
I’m satisfied with it, especiall
