Chapter Twenty
I wasn’t worried about getting pregnant, but what if he had given me an incurable disease that I was going to have to live with for the rest of my life?
“What would you like for breakfast?” Spencer asked, rolling off of me before he stood up. His pale naked body gleamed in the soft morning light, highlighting the hard straight lines of the black tattoos that covered his hand from his knuckles up his arms and ending on his upper chest. He was all corded muscle and hard lines, there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. How had a man like him wanted to sleep with someone like me?
My throat tightened and I reached to the edge of the bed, grabbing the silk sheets and tucking it beneath my arms and over my breasts to cover my nakedness. My stomach rolled and I swallowed hard.
“Andre
