C120 Had She Been in Bed?

Soon he grew dissatisfied, his hands restless.

My breath was coming in short gasps, and I clung to his neck and kissed him back. I didn't know why, but even though I hadn't done it for only a few days, I longed for his touch.

Could it be that I really like Jorrell?

No, how could I, how could I like him, this man who had helped me sometimes but who had treated me like that before