Chapter Seven
When Kelly finally awoke the next day, she found herself once again in the same room where she’d slept the first night. Somehow after all their illicit activity at night, Broc had mustered the effort to carry her back into her own chambers so she could rest late into the morning.
She stretched herself, finding her neck and parts of her shoulder inexplicably knotted and sore. By the time she got up, finding that she was indeed wearing the same nightgown again that had at some point been discarded on the floor in Broc’s room, she couldn’t help herself and let out a giggle, while wrapping her arms around herself.
But her visit to his room had left its mark; the gown wasn’t quite the same anymore. In the heat of the moment, it had become torn at the neckline.
So this was what
