She Is The Mother Of Your Son

Sarah's POV:

"Ahh"

I moaned loudly as he thrust into me. I gripped on his shoulder tightly as he kept thrusting into me, my legs wrapped around his waist as the cold water rushed down our bodies.

I breathed heavily and smiled at him. "We have been in the shower for too long; what if we catch a cold?"

"Don't bother, we could warm up after the shower," he said, kissing me slowly before letting me stand on my feet.

"Warm up?" I giggled before I turned off the shower, picked up my robe, and walked out of the bathroom.

I dried my hair when my phone signaled a new message. It was from Bella, and it read 

[Don't bother running from me; I don't plan on hurting you. This is your month of grace.]

She was crazy; I ignored her message and continued drying my hair. After sex, I was so hungry, so I made my way downstairs to get something to eat.