CHAPTER 62

BLAIR POV

The morning sun cast a hash spotlight on the unlocked door that separated my room from Ronnell's. Burrowing deeper, I stared at it from my bed, my fluffy covers pulled up around my ears, willing myself to get up and lock it.

But it would be fruitless. If Ronnell wanted to be inside my room again, he would undoubtedly find a way to lock it or not.

Last night had probably been another one- off-anyway.

It was good that it was. Smart. The best decision.

That was what I told myself until I flung myself out of bed to trudge to the shower and the full ache between my legs made my breath hitch.

Oh, Ronnell. Why did he have to be so…good?

He had always been best at sex but last night. I couldn't even remember a time I had ever been so desired on a visceral level.

I brushed my teeth while the shower warmed up. The woman staring back at me in the mirror had been thoroughly fucked. My hair was in a rat's nest on top of my head. There were bite marks and bruises all over my chest, on