Megan POV
The sun was still high when I opened my eyes. The weight of Adam’s arm anchored my hips to the mattress of the guest room bed. He loved me. After saying the words, he’d proven it by loving my body in every way possible. I came so many times I wouldn’t have been surprised to find myself dehydrated. Was it normal to secrete so much fluid? And how did I not know that I could do that? Slowly, I rolled to sit on the edge of the bed and looked around at the mess we’d made. I didn't care what Adam said. I would clean this up myself and his room. Almost every towel from the guest bath lay in a dampened heap on the floor. No one needed to know that I turned into a f*****g firehose when I came, and they would know the minute they saw the towels.
“Where are you going?” Adam mumbled sl
