Chapter 8. Bridging Connection

Fenella’s POV

“We had great sex.” He smirked while watching me blush like a honey-glazed apple.

I was just speechless; I couldn’t deny the commentary about our sex these past 24 hours. It might be true because my pussy hurts from all the friction. 

I cursed at my stupid little brain, blaming it all on myself for submitting to my lust. But I felt grateful because, without some vodka last night or his way of seducing me all the time, maybe I wouldn’t dare to approach him. At this point, maybe we're already fuck buddies for a day? Friends with benefits?

The hell I know of it, but I like it. I had been dreaming of him for so long; now it has become so real. We had great sex!

“Um…, right. So, I sincerely thank you for—" I trailed off. What should I say? Thank you for the best sex of my life.

“Thank you for your care.” Instead, I said it.

“It’s cool.” 

He shrugged, then continued to eat his own sushi.

“You’re excellent at ent