After my husband asked me to look at other men more, he regretted it crazy.
Chapter 3
Caleb, for all his icy, ascetic appearance, absolutely drove me wild, pushing me to my limits.
“I really can’t anymore, ugh…”
I collapsed, exhausted, onto Caleb, burying my face in his firm, muscular chest, my body trembling.
Caleb’s thumb gently wiped away the involuntary tears that welled in my eyes, coaxing me, “Okay, okay, just one more box, then I’ll let you off the hook.”
Hearing Caleb’s tender voice, I looked up through tear-filled eyes at the headboard.
On the box resting there, it clearly read: “12 Extra Large.”
I then looked down at the wastebasket, where five used ones lay.
That meant there were still…
“W-waah, you jerk!” I cried even harder.