I can tell the moment something changes between me and this man who just ruined me for life. After giving me the best sex of my entire life… after freeing me from myself… he turns inward and closes off.

I know he came. Maybe even twice.

But his eyes right now are blazing with fury, and I don’t want to see it.

I don’t want to know what I did wrong, or how bad I was, so I close my eyes against it.

His hand comes to my jaw, gripping it hard enough to get my attention. My eyelids spring open. It’s not lost on me that he’s still moving...