Chapter 9
Wren
I sat at my kitchen table, head resting on my crossed arms atop the wooden surface, the memory of Blake’s around me etched deeply into my memory. I’d been powerless to deny myself what he’d offered.
Physical comfort at one of the lowest points of my life.
He’d smelled delicious, of course, with a hint of sawdust and sweat beneath whatever soap he used, but he’d held still. Didn’t grind against me. He hadn’t even gotten hard—and he’d been all up against my belly enough for me to have felt that large bulge’s thickened state if he’d been thinking about anything s****l.
Sighing, I pushed aside thoughts of Blake and the few moments of rest I’d allowed myself while smooshed up against his hard chest in what had seemed a sincere hug.
There were much more important s**t to thi
