I'm Sorry, Darling
They ended up in bed together that very night.
Afterward, Miranda couldn't stop praising Yoseph's skills and even shared some private photos and videos of their time together.
Yet, all I could do was watch her revel in the experience, unable to have any part of it myself.
Sighing, I adjusted my lace nightgown and quietly got out of bed. I walked into the living room, only to freeze at the sound of a voice.
"Sarah."
Startled, I turned to see Yoseph, dressed only in his brief, working out on an ab roller.