CHAPTER 33

I HAD SEX with Marcus Salvatore. More than once, and it was still as mind-blowing as I remembered from all those years ago. In six hours, I had orgasmed more than 7 times.

I couldn't believe it. That the man I had always loved and hated at the same time was with me, even though his arms were wrapped around me protectively and his soft breaths feathered the nape of my head.

My anger at him did not last at all after he came back to the room and undid his bathrobe. It was almost impossible to stay mad at that perfect gift of God's creation.

I snorted at myself lightly. When did I get so poetic?

I shifted slightly, pressing myself closer to his naked body. Why was I even angry in the first place?

I was eventually going to end things with Joe, although not in this manner, but I must admit to myself that Marcus saved me from the stress.

I felt quite bad for Joe. I sighed heavily. I did not know what this sex with Marcus meant.

Are we back together? Was this a one-time thing? Or was I