#Chapter 88: A Scent Tells A Story

Caught in the afterglow, I have no way of knowing which was is up and which is down. My brain is nothing by white-noise. My body is a pleasant goo.

Nyktos's spend is hot on my torso. His breathing is labored.

When he says, “Fuck,” again, it sounds less sexy, and more really pissed off.

“Nyktos?”

“What the hell did I do?”

He reaches forward and snatches the shirt away from my eyes. I blink against