Chapter 9Dylan left his bed at four A.M., showered, dressed, removed the plug, kissed me goodbye, and told me I could stay as long as I wanted. But even though I felt amazing, and smelling us together on his sheets reminded me of how fantastic the night had been, I needed to be in my own house for a while. Besides, my meds were there and I was in serious need of painkillers.
I hadn’t done my hand any favors with all the clenching and grabbing I’d done last night. As I walked home, my ass reminded me of the pounding I’d taken. Damn, Dylan sure knew what he was doing. And he could do it again to me any time he wanted.
Thankfully, the Ibuprofen would work just as well on the ache in my ass as on the pain in my hand.
Since I wasn’t healed enough to work yet, and I’d already shuffled around
