#Chapter 88: Little Moments

Ava I awoke to the sensation of the cool morning breeze hitting my bare skin, sending ripples of goosebumps in its wake. For a moment, I just laid there, letting myself bask in the afterglow of last night as I woke up. I let my eyes stay shut, picturing Chris’s wide body moving over me again, his lips trailing fire along my collar bones and his limbs tangling with mine. We went at it for the better part of the night last night, only taking breaks for water and fresh air before we found ourselves unable to keep our hands off of one another again. Although now, in the early morning light, part of me did wish that I had gotten a bit more sleep. Shivering, I finally sat up, quickly gathering my blanket to cover my bare breasts. Chris was not in bed with me, and I wondered if he had slipped back to the Packhouse in the middle of the night so as not to raise suspicions. “Chris?” I called out, not really expecting him to answer. “Down here!” Furrowi