FOURTY THREE

Sandra's POV

I was getting ready for bed when I heard a faint noise coming from my bathroom. I turned to see Edison standing there, a sly smile spreading across his face.

"How did you get in here?" I asked, shocked.

Edison placed his finger on my lips, drawing my head closer to his. "Shh, don't ask questions," he whispered, before kissing me passionately.

I melted into his embrace, my body responding to his touch. After a moment, he pulled back and said, "I couldn't get over yesterday's sex. I want more."

I couldn't deny my desire for him. We joined each other in the shower, our bodies entwining as we made love.

As we stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, I thought about rejecting him. But I knew the pain it would cause him, and I loved him enough to spare him that.

"I can't resist you, Edison," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He smiled, his eyes burning with desire. "I know, Sandra. And I won't let you go."

We made love again, our bodies moving in perfect sync. I knew I wa