Chapter 39

I woke up with my body feeling stiff and weak. Sean sat beside me, stretching out his legs wrapped in denim shorts and a dark brown army-print shirt. He looked fresh after a shower, and I could never stop admiring him; his laptop was on his lap as if he was working. I move my body and struggle to get up and sit down; I keep the blanket over my chest. After we leave the Colosseum, Sean and I have lunch at a restaurant and then return to the hotel. He fulfils my desire to make love to him, and I get hot sex punishment and wild for making him jealous, a punishment that made me want to make as much mischief as possible.

“What’s the time now?” I asked because the room seemed a little dark.

“Five in the afternoon,” he answered without looking at me, his attention focused on the laptop and his long, manicured fingers dancing on the keyboard, those fingers very skilled at worshipping my body. A few hours ago, the image of our romance flashed through my mind again; Sean was very intimate, wild