Chapter 185

ABIGAIL HELD HIS GAZE. The blunt head of his cock pressed against her pussy. Sex with him was different. It was her and him. She didn't have to be anyone else. She was who she chose to be, not who she needed to be. It was liberating. Freeing.

She exhaled as he penetrated her, stretching muscles, skin sliding against skin.

He was her choice.

No one else's.

Hers.

Her past, the terrible things that haunted her, they couldn't touch this. These moments with Luke were when it all faded away. There was no pain, no regret-just desire.

The shower spray hit her back, poured over her shoulders until it felt like a thousand fingers caressing her body. Yet the only touch that mattered was his. This invisible thing between them, the tether that kept her going. It all came back to him. To whatever it was they had.