JORDAN
Exhausted and in need of a bath, I went first to the bedroom to find that the lights were turned off.
“Sam…” I called out, my heart in my throat.
“Sam…” I called out again and used my hands to locate the switch. I turned it on and breathed in a sigh of relief at the sight of her on the bed.
“God, I thought you left.” She chuckled.
“That’s your conscience playing with you,” she teased and it was my turn to chuckle. She was at fault, yet it was my conscience playing with me. Then I paid closer attention to her and our surroundings.
“What are you doing there?” I grinned, liking the sight before me. She laid on the bed, sexily. Her elbow kept her balanced and her legs crossed, revealing a lot of skin. From where I stood, I watched her, suddenly hungry for something good. Her
