AMELIA

But he doesn’t speak—he simply takes off my clothes. When I’m naked, he begins to undress himself. I watch him with a strange mixture of distress and curiosity.

His body is no mystery to me because I’ve seen it last night, but I needed to see it again; over and over and forever. Even though I’ve felt it inside me, the look is way more interesting.

So now I look at him.

His figure is magnificent. Completely male. Wide shoulders, a narrow waist, lean hips. He’s powerfully muscled all over, but not in a steroid-enhanced bodybuilder way.

Instead, he looks like a warrior. For some reason, I can easily...