Chapter Seventeen
Ashleigh
The afternoon gives way to dusk. I wake up with a contentment written on my bones. I want to lie in this bed forever—and that terrifies me. This isn’t my bed or my house. I belong on the streets. Being comfortable here will only make it harder there.
Sutton slumbers next to me, a heavy mass of muscle and heartbreak. He doesn’t stir even when I slip from the bed. He reached for me so many times, had s*x with me in so many different positions. Somehow I liked every single one of them. He made me come so hard I saw lights behind my eyes. I didn’t know that would be possible. Not for any woman; definitely not for me.
I look at the bristles on his cheek and the curve of his ear. He’s not mine.
I’m a substitute for the bodies he’d rather be f*****g.
In the living
