4. Rhodes

I sensed her presence.

I heard her.

I smelt her scent lingering in my bedroom—cherry and vanilla.

And when I walk out of my room, heading down the hallway, the door to her bedroom does a fuck of a lot of nothing to muffle the sounds coming from the other side.

My hand presses against the wood as I breathe in deeply to hold myself back. I only leave once I hear her moan my name as she orgasms.

My smile comes easily. Fuck yeah, Kyra more than feels what we do to one another. The only shit part is waiting. Two more weeks of keeping my hands to myself will be near impossible. Once I'm released from the doctor, I'll have Kyra in my bed in every way imaginable.