Misti’s POV
There was nothing left to say that my body hadn’t already confessed.
I layed there, my body was half on him, half beside him, my fingers was tracing slow, absent lines across his chest.
His skin was still warm under my touch, rising and falling steadily like everything that just happened hadn’t shifted something inside me.
But it had.
It always did.
I had deeply fallen in love with him.
The room felt heavier now, not from what we did, but from what stayed behind after. That quiet pull, that lingering need that didn’t disappear anytime we had s*x…
I shifted slightly, stretching my leg across his own legs, I was not ready to let go of the contact just yet.
My body wasn’t done with him, and I hated how obvious that felt. When he wasn't.
My fingers moved lower, slow, del
