DAYS WENT BY. Somehow, it was not so weird anymore to be sleeping in the same bed with Rhys. So far, he had not made any move bold enough that would make me regret it in the morning for being so lenient about it, but it did not mean he did not try a few things some nights.
He would wake me up, deliberately or not, with kisses on my neck. Open-mouthed kisses. He would wake me up, accidentally or not, while nibbling at my nape, breathing hard, mouthing words that I could not make in the haze of sleepiness and arousal. He would wake me up, purposefully or not, while he would flush my body against his, groaning, and he said things like, he would die if he could not touch me anymore.
It was too much. He was too much.
And every single morning, I would wake up feeling like I had been deprive
