Chapter 59

I move slowly to get up as I desperately need the loo. Bladder fit to burst if I sit here much longer, making him come to a little as my weight makes the bed dip and then release, but all he does is move his face to the other side, slide his arm up under the pillow and fall back asleep. Lying on his stomach, so all I get is that sexy haircut and a peek of the dragon tattoo. Peaceful and angelic, like a true devil hiding all that evil out of sight. I watch him for a second until his breathing returns to heavy and steady, holding my breath before I get up to work my way downstairs to the bathroom with as little noise as possible.

As I slide up and out, my butt nudges the books on the shelf at the end of the bed, and I clamber to grab the scattering objects before they thud to the ground and rouse him. I want some alone time to get my shit together before he wakes up. I need to process and have a minute to breathe. I need the headspace and serenity of time alone now I’m on the wa