I opened my eyes groggily, thankful for the mild darkness in the room.

Fuck, I was sore.

We'd spent almost the whole night tangled each other.

It wasn't like the first time.

It was raw.

Like two people who had crossed every boundary between them and were just exploring each other to the fullest.

A door opening grabbed my attention, then a faint light switched on.

Henry strolled in, hair damp, wearing a singlet and shorts, while carrying a tray.

My mouth watered at the sight of him.

"Morning," he said, taking a seat on the bed before placing the food on a table beside me.

"Morning," I groaned, taking...