Chapter TWENTY-ONE-JEZEBEL

Steam from the shower swirled around me and I sighed as I leaned against the tiled wall.

It was still morning and today’s temperatures were a bit colder than yesterday’s. I worried about what it could mean for the last day of the Holiday Film Festival. But I had my fingers crossed that the afternoon sun would be enough to warm the field and keep folks coming for the two remaining showings of holiday movies.

Emmet was already out working. He’d already said goodbye this morning, and I smiled as I recalled waking up to him, as he put it, having his breakfast.

Of course, I had no choice but to hold on and just feel as he feasted on me. Not like I wanted to do anything else, but that.

The man was insatiable. I was just lucky enough to be his favorite treat.

Talk about a wonderful way to start the day.

Plus, I was able to go back to sleep after he made me come a time or three.