Page 19 of Good Girl
‘You’ve not got your sex legs yet,’ he jokes.
I can’t help but giggle, it’s so absurd.
‘Thank you,’ I whisper, glancing up at him with a smile and giving his arm a squeeze.
‘It was my pleasure. I think you’re going to make a very satisfying student.’ He pushes a rogue strand of hair away from my face and grins at me. ‘Now go to bed. You must be exhausted.’
‘I am,’ I say, yawning to prove the point.
‘Then I’ll see you in the morning.Buonanotte.’
‘You’re not going to bed too?’ I ask.
‘Not yet. I’m going to sit up a while,’ he says.
I nod sleepily, grateful he doesn’t expect me to stay up too. My whole body is achy and heavy-limbed from such an intense experience and I desperately need to sleep now.
He’s wrecked me.
I can only imagine what a mess I’m going to be at the end of my week here with him.
