It’s not until I hear the door close that my hand is finally able to find my hair, except it’s not my hair at all. It’s my silk wrap. Jaxon wrapped my hair before bed. I don’t even have the heart to tell him it was mostly pointless, considering he had his hands buried in it while he fucked my brains out. This is also the moment I realize I called my ex-fiancé Randy, not Ryne. Oops.
