Wyla opened the car door for me the following morning, but I was reticent to get in. After the night I had with Alec, just putting one foot in front of the other was challenging. Bending to fold myself into the back seat would work so many sore muscles.
Alec had promised to claim me as his own an inch at a time, and he did exactly that. He marked me as his and left his prints all over my body. Alec and I tried out new positions and perfected old ones. He didn't let me rest until most people turned off their alarm clocks and dressed for work.
Now, I was paying for it. Sure, it was worth it, but still, how to get into the car without crawling was beyond me.
"Need help?" Wyla asked.
"Would you mind?"
"Are you okay?"
I nodded. "All good. I overdid it a bit last night. I'll be fine."