Hazel pov When we got back to his bedroom, I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, still catching my breath. My body felt wrecked but in the best possible way. My wrists were sore, my legs numb, my brain fully gone. And yet, I was smiling like a maniac. Alan leaned on one elbow beside me, brushing my hair off my face with two fingers. “You okay?” he asked, voice low. He was back to being soft and I saw genuine worry in his eyes as he scanned my face for my reaction. I chuckled, voice hoarse, “that was the best time of my life.” His lips twitched, “you’re insane,” he muttered. “Says the man who literally made me cry from edging.” He smiled, soft for once, and kissed my forehead, that alone made me flinch harder than the flogger. “But that was the Alan I know, the one I was used to,” I muttered, dragging a hand down my face, “te mean, controlling bastard.” “Go get cleaned up,” he said quietly, sitting up and grabbing his shirt. “Let’s go to bed.” I roll
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