Chapter 42

Thomas and I quickly redress, but he has to fish through my closet for one of his old shirts because the dress shirt he had been wearing before was a casualty in our erotic war. I regret nothing. I slip on a comfortable sweater and some faded old jeans, my feet taking warm refuge in a pair of UGGS. Thomas looks at me and grins. "You're going to be cold Without a jacket." I shake my head and lift up on my tip toes, kissing him lovingly on the lips. "I won't be cold, I have my fiancé...