16
Katherine
By the time my birthday arrived, my ass finally stopped hurting. I’d had a fun time explaining to my friends why I didn’t want to sit down. But f**k, it had been worth it. Every smack on my ass had been like a fire I’d never be able to douse. When I sat and it still stung, the residual pains heated me through again. I wanted more. His fingers had done the job, but they weren’t enough. And I was damn well going to get the rest of him tonight.
He’d said maybe. But a maybe on his lips meant yes.
He was not a man of maybes.
I still didn’t know where we stood, but that was part of the point of the truce. No discussions of the past and no fighting. It was much easier to be physical with him when we weren’t ripping into each other. But there were buried issues. Things we’d have
