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I’m not sure how much time passes The only indication is how sore ue is When I’m finally released from his harsh hold, I pull away, a little breathless, and stare down at the monstrosity I’ve just created on his perfect neck I flinch It isn’t perfect now It looks hideous, and I’ree when he sees it I can’t rip hs He yawns and clasps ly under hi up onthe contours of er doesn’t distractat what point he’s going to check out the da my concern the concern it deserves He just happily continues to delicately trail his finger all over oing to getMiller does best – if the king of stress isn’t even bothering So instead I ask the question I planned on asking the moment I found himbefore he laid his hands on , albeit a little harder this ti, and surprisingly I loved every single in carefully, knowing this needs to be broached sensitively

He doesn’t even look atinvisible lines all over ory?’ He looks at ory was right to be worried ‘Gregory didn’t look too comfortable when I inquired’

My eyes close and I re forward

‘Tell ’

I s hard, furiously debating ets the better ofto comfort me,’ I blurt quietly ‘It went too far’

‘When?’

‘After you tookstretch of air

‘We didn’t have sex,’ I continue nervously, keen to clear that little bit of suspicion up I’ the shakes that his body has developed ‘A silly furet it Please don’t hurt hi every th not to explode It undoubtedly is ‘If I hurt hih already’ His teeth clench ‘But it won’t happen again’

That is a statement, not a question or request for confirain So I rein to subside He’s cal, but I still posed a question before we slipped off course, and I want an answer ‘The envelope’

‘What about it?’

I chew on the inside ofinto detachment ‘What was inside?’