“I need to get up.” Arrick moves to get out of bed, and I cling on desperately.

“Nooooo… five more minutes.” I stick to him irrationally, hating that he needs to get a flight and leave me for a week. We have not left this bed for the last twenty-four hours except to eat and use the bathroom, and I don’t want to uncurl from his naked body now. Especially not after the number of times he has shown me exactly what that body can do to me. Shattered beyond belief, glad it’s ...