C75 Nausea

That morning, Beverley woke up with an aching body. A muscular hand curled around her waist. She stroked Brent’s chest, which was her pillow, and then sighed.

Today, the man was going to New York as usual. It would take a few days. So they had spent a passionate night before parting.

“I don’t want to go,” Brent whispered, his eyes closed. His voice was still hoarse from just waking up