Sunday morning Liesl woke to find herself once again being held tightly in Isaias’ grip. Her body ached in ways she had never known possible, and she had a strange understanding of women who ran marathons. They were sweaty and sticky. Her mouth tasted like she’d licked the carpet in the room.
She slowly pulled away from his tight embrace and he murmured a complaint as his fingers reached for her when she crawled out of the bed. “Need to pee.” She paused, “please tell me there are toothbrushes in the bathroom.”
She gave him a sideways glance as he mumbled everything she could possibly need was in the bathroom before flopping onto his belly away from her and pulling a pillow over his head. She stopped and stared at the round firm ass, which was now exposed, and she had to stop hersel
