Chapter 21
Catherine lay on her bed for several minutes after Charlie had left. The sheets still smelled of him and s*x. She pulled the pillow he used to her nose and inhaled his woodsy scent. She was such a dork. A hopeless in love dork, but still a dork. She still couldn’t believe he came on her. She knew they forwent a c****m, but she had also read about guys doing that in romance novels. It was a guy’s ways of marking his woman.
As if she walked around town and a man would see her invisible marking. She rolled her eyes. Men’s logic. Not that she had room to talk. She scratched his back several times as her way of marking him that no one would see unless he lifted his shirt. The thought of another woman seeing his body caused her to see red. He was hers as much as she was his.
“I don
