Derek's warm breath caressed my ear, his voice low and steady, "I know what I'm doing." I could barely stand, my knees were so weak.

Every path of escape had been cut off, leaving me flustered and at his mercy.

"Weren't you the one who offered to help me shower?” he murmured, a sly smirk playing at his lips. “Going back on your word now?"

We stayed up late and wore ourselves out. By the time I woke up the next day, the sun was already high in the sky.

I stirred, ...