25

MYKEL

Adley ended up in my arms since we slept in the same bed together. It was constant. And it felt so damn good that I didn’t have to be in a hurry to escape all the time after getting what I wanted.

For the first time, I realized what I had been doing had nothing to do with sexual pleasure. I was running away from commitment—the fear of failure, trust, and intimacy. I was looking for an instant connection, and I didn’t find it in those women but with Adley.

Adley stirred and stretched out with a groan. She suddenly stiffened, realizing she was tangled with me. “This is getting so embarrassing.”

“What is it?” I remained calm before her situation became awkward, even though I was beyond cool with this.

“Just so you know, I was sleeping. I didn’t know what I was doing.” Her voice was still groggy and low. She moved to her side.

“It’s not your fault.”

“It is, Mykel. My space is empty.”

I chuckled. “It’s okay. I think my boxers are still on. I don’t feel like being assaulted, a