KAEL
It had been three days.
Three long, perfect, hellish days of her trapped in my house. My bed. My arms. But now we were outside. On the way to work.
She was supposed to leave the morning after that fever hit again. I was supposed to let her. Be a good boy, stay quiet, take my meds, and let her go back to her boring little life where I wasn't always inside her, beside her, all over her.
But instead, I'd coughed a little louder. Winced a little harder. I even faked a goddamn shiver when she checked my temperature the second morning.
She didn't buy it. Not for a second.
She'd narrowed her eyes, that sexy little suspicion blooming behind her lashes like smoke curling from a matchstick.
"You're not sick anymore," she'd muttered last night, sliding off my lap with her thighs still trembling from the fourth round I swore would be the last.
