63. When you talk like that.

NATE

I blink awake to the crack lights of sunset oranges and purples trailing through the window blinds into Tasha's room, the rays washing over our barely covered bodies nestled halfway under the bedsheets. As I pull the sheets up, Tasha stirs beside me, still asleep, and all the memories flood back to me in a sweet, mind-blowing rush.

I remember every single kiss, every single moan of my name on her lips, the warmth of her fingers tracing through my scar, the way her eyes locked into mine as I made love to her, the ecstasy that filled me when she unraveled before me, with her body wrapped perfectly around me, taking me down into the throes of pleasure with her. . . . . .

I feel my cock twitch between my thighs, but I inhale a deep breath to calm myself.

Fuck.

She is my sweetest addiction.

Tasha is lying on her side, her face turned to me, one side of her cheeks buried in the pillow. She is breathtakingly beautiful. Like a goddess. My goddess. The rays of the sunset sprinkle on her f