CHAPTER 28: IN PROGRESS

MICHAEL

She's cold, so cold that I'm shivering like a fucked up tropical bird crash-landing in the Antarctic.

After fucking her right, I wasn't able to leave her weak in the knees.

Damn it!

"Natasha..." I called out, waking up from a nap, her scent still lingering on the pillows.

She's not beside me anymore, but the residual warmth on the bed is a testament to her presence.

The clock shows it's a quarter past nine in the evening. I've made love to her more than once, leaving my mark inside her more than five times. I've given her my all.

That's going to leave an indelible mark on her for the rest of her life.

The sound of a spoon stirring in a cup reaches my ears. The aroma of creamy coffee fills the air, tantalizing my senses.

Pushing the covers off, I pick up my neatly folded boxers from the foot of the bed and put them on.

In the kitchen, she's sitting on one of the stools, her eyes looking lost.

Did I frighten her?

She knows everything. How? But does it matter? It's a relief, in a