Eleanor

I padded into the dining room barefoot, in my pink silk nightdress that stopped high on my thigh. My mind wandered to the night before as I descended the stairs, and I bit the inner corner of my mouth to hide my blush.

He was all I thought about last night, so much so that he had found his way into my dreams.

I lightly chuckled as the memories flooded in — memories of us tangled in the sheets, in positions I didn’t even know existed. And then I saw him, the object of my ...