Kat
I wake at two in the afternoon. I would’ve woken sooner–but every time I stirred, the comfort of Adrian’s heavy arm draped around my side made me fall straight back to sleep.
God, I’ve never actually slept with a guy before him.
I’ve had s*x–lots of it–from the moment I landed in England but never sleepovers. I couldn’t while I was in the dormitory at school, and I’ve only had hookups since I’ve been living alone. No boyfriends. No one familiar in my bed, holding me like we belong together.
I find it delicious. I even liked it on the ship when we were sardined together on one tiny cot. I climb out of bed and pad into the bathroom. Adrian trails me—apparently, I"m still his prisoner. Either that, or he"s decided there"s nothing to hide between us anymore.
“Are you hungry?” he asks,
