Chapter 58

He pulled my wandering fingers out of his jeans and threatened to tie me to the bed if I didn’t stop torturing him. Pretty sure he was hoping to follow through on that threat, knowing his love of bondage.

He didn’t let it develop, though, no matter how hard I pushed. Even when I got huffy and told him to stop being a killjoy and screw me already, he turned me down flat and reminded me that sober Camilla would cut off his balls if she woke up naked next to him.

He had a point, and I would have if I had woken up with the memory of him taking advantage of me in my altered state of mind. Another show that I can trust him if I set a boundary and cannot genuinely remove it. He respected me in a way I never thought someone like him would.

I remember the basics, but I’ve lost a lot of the finer details of the night in a blurry merry haze of being bladdered drunk, although I do remember feeling safe. The whole time, I felt wrapped in a bubble of secure warmth where nothing