Page 81 of Catching Feelings

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ROWAN

I lay in blissful contentment, cocooned in strong arms as I try to fall asleep. Three orgasms—or was it four? Yes, four, counting my appetizer orgasm, in less than a few hours, and my body is spent.

Miles snores softly behind me and I snuggle deeper into his embrace. Guess he’s tuckered out as well. He’s the one who did all the work tonight. Cooking, feasting on me, making love to me, cleaning me in the shower, then having his dessert.

Miles may claim to be an amateur in the kitchen, but dinner was delicious. Steak kabobs seasoned to perfection, brown rice, and broccoli. Simple, but I never was one who needed complex food.

It may be my love language, but I appreciate it just as much when someone makes me a meal, which isn’t often. Not growing up, and not with any of the men I’ve dated. I don’t date a lot, but when I do, it usually consists of a meal at a restaurant or drinks at a bar. Never has a man cooked for me.

After we had dinner, we cleaned up together. Miles twirled me around the kitchen as we danced to music, then he brought me back to his bedroom and made love to me. I’ve never been so thoroughly ravished.

We haven’t even done anything from my secret dark and dirty wish list, but I don’t need to. The way Miles kisses me with his heart and soul, the way he touches the most basic part of my body, makes me come alive. The way he talks to me—a little dirty, but mostly playful—fulfills me more than I could ever imagine.

Maybe I didn’t need to add kink to my sex life. Maybe I just needed Miles.

Tonight was amazing. Perfect. Spectacular.

I feel cherished and appreciated when I’m with Miles. Like he knows my needs and wants before I even voice them. And he listens. Truly listens. More than the people who are supposed to love me the most.

When sunlight streams through the opening in the curtains, I’m surprised we’re still in the same position. Miles is a furnace, and I’m toasty warm in his embrace. I don’t want to leave his luxurious bed, but my bladder isn’t used to sleeping in this late.

I wiggle my way from under his arm and tip toe across his room to the bathroom. I close the door as quietly as I can, take care of business, and wash my hands. When I look into the mirror, I gasp.

Going to bed with wet hair is never a good idea, but even if I hadn’t, I’d still have that freshly...fucked glow. Gah! I’m no prude but I also don’t drop the F bomb as ridiculously often as Kendall and even Riley do.

But that’s how I look. My hair doesn’t normally frizz, but this morning? Yeah. Frizz city. I have love bites on my breasts around my nipples and a smattering on my hip. Who knew the hip bone was an erogenous zone?

Miles. Miles knew.

Guaranteed he’s had more experience with women in this calendar year than I’ve had with men in my entire life.

I cover my naked breasts with my arm, even though I’m alone in the bathroom. What is it about me that Miles is attracted to? I’m not an ogre, but I’m not like the women he’s usually with.

Turning away from the mirror, I refuse to let my subconscious doubt how Miles feels about me. How I feel about him. As quietly as I can, I climb back into bed. Miles has moved onto his back and I curl into his side, resting my cheek on his chest.

His arm curls around my shoulders, pulling me into him. Even in his sleep, he’s reaching for me. Holding me. Loving me.

Notlovelove. But something close. I fall back asleep feeling safe and protected. Two things I never realized I needed.

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“Would you rather beable to fly or be invisible?”

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