Chapter Nineteen

I woke up with a headache the next morning. I wanted to stand up from the bed, but I felt a heavy load placed on me; it was like someone was pressing me into the bed. I turned to see Mace lying down next to me.

It took me some seconds to remember why I had a splitting headache and why I was in bed with Mace.

He had his leg thrown over me, and his erection was pressing into my back. I often imagined what it would be like to be in bed with him. But now that it was happening, I wasn't happy about it.

I pushed his arms off me, and he rolled on his back.

I turned over to have a clearer view of him, and I took my time admiring his features. His jet-black hair was disheveled. His face was chiseled, and he was very ribbed. I often saw his muscles when he walked around the house with no shirt on, but it was never up close. It was my first time in bed with him. I had always imagined how romantic it was going to be, but right now, it hurts more than it pleases me.

He had tattoos on his chest, ar