When I woke up the next morning, I was surprised to find Easton fast asleep beside me, a peaceful expression on his face. Part of me had thought he would probably leave while I was sleeping (which was typical of a guy like him—disappear and never be seen again after s*x), but that wasn’t the case. He was still here, his head buried in the pillow, half his body covered by a sheet, looking more attractive than ever.
I had to get out of bed to avoid waking him up and asking him to continue what we had been doing yesterday. After doing it for the first time, we had done it two more times before we ran out of condoms. The memory alone made me blush.
I never thought something like s*x could be so addictive.
I shook my head and decided it was a good time to take a shower. Five minutes later, I
