74

SUNDAY

“Sunny, over here!”

Moira snickered beside me as I glanced over to Alek, who was waving me in like I was a damn airplane he was trying to land.

“I know I’m a cat person, but a golden retriever has never looked more appealing.”

I slapped her arm. “Moira, stop. Alek is not a golden retriever.”

“True, he’s built more like a Tibetan mastiff, but I mean... all that good boy, puppy energy. He’s just so damn eager to please.” She snickered. “I’ve heard of being dick drunk, but girl, you have that guy so pussy possessed...”

My cheeks burned as I thought back to the marathon after-battle sex we’d had, both in the library, then back in his room. It ended up being ten rounds, not seven.

“Have I mentioned how athletic he is in bed? The things he did to me... I’m glad I do yoga.”

“Tossed you around, huh?” She grinned. “Good to know those muscles are for more than show. Oh, speaking of, you should have him show you some of his moves in the gym. Defies gravity, I swear.”