The next morning, Melissa didn’t know if she should be angry at herself or at him. She let him continue, so that’s on her. But heck, she’s already too tired to put up a fight. She decidedly glared at him and began to hit his arm and exposed chest. She’s too weak compared to him, so she just hit him wherever.
“What the…?” Klyde was surprised to be woken up like this and rolled off the bed.
“What’s wrong with you?” he snapped and returned her glare.
“What happened to stopping at three? Just because I didn’t stop you, do you really have to continue? You! You can’t keep doing that. We stop at three, no matter what.”
“Oh, come on. You enjoyed it, too.” He’s not about to simply agree with her.
“There were nights you would seduce me to continue. How come it’s my fault when I seduce you
