Chapter Eight
Cristian
Vanessa lays sated in my bed, not reaching for the comforter to conceal herself. She’s comfortable in her own skin.
Damn. There’s something so sexy about that.
Turn off the lights and I’ll pass out now.
Our breathing is still working to find an even rhythm when she sits up and looks down at me. “Take me home?” she asks, rolling to the side of the bed then standing.
And there you have it, folks. The true mark of a one-time fling. She can’t even stick around for round two.
No way the best s*x of my life is her worst.
I sit up, resting my elbows on my thighs and nod.
She heads out of my room, her delectable ass both a sweet goodbye and a kick in the ass reminder that I won’t be seeing it again.
Fuck, maybe I should’ve taken my time, because I already want her
