Eight: Morning

Eight: Morning

Mykayla

As I wake up, I realize I am very comfortable and feel safe for the first time in years. I try to stretch but realize I have a heavy arm draped over my waist and a hand resting under my breast. I freeze, and then the memories start flooding in from last night. I HAVE FUCKED UP BADLY! I SLEPT WITH MY BOSS AND TOLD HIM I WAS IN LOVE WITH HIM! My brain was screaming. Now not only was I going to have to look for a new place to live but also a new job. It’s my fault. I feel a hard wall of muscle move behind me, and the hand moves up, encasing my breast in his large hand. My breast is gently squeezed while I feel him kissing my neck. I involuntarily let out a soft moan. I can’t help it; his touch feels so good.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He tells me his voice is still raw from sleeping.

“Good morning,” I said shakily.

He rolls me onto my back and leans upon his shoulder to look at me. I can’t look at him. I feel very embarrassed that I let this happ