Rashid

I rolled out of bed the next morning, giving Lyla a tender kiss on the head before pulling on some pants and heading downstairs.

My plan was to make her breakfast and bring it up to her, not exactly as a ‘thank you’ for last night but something close to that. I’m sure her throat felt raw, especially from the way I’d completely abused it last night. She hadn’t complained at all, in fact, giving me a look that suggested she was up ...