Page 148 of A Very Bellamy Christmas

She burrowed in a bit more before giving a satisfied grunt.

“Good night, Stacia.”

“Good night…Andrew.”

Stacia was amazed at how quickly he fell asleep, his breathing deep and even within what felt like seconds. How could he possibly sleep after what had just happened?

Because it is nothing special to him. Not like it was foryou.

The thought was all the more painful because she knew it was true. How many lovers had he had? How many times had he done these things with another woman?

This is not love, Stacia.

She didn’t think it was. At least not on his side. It was just lust.

Stacia squeezed her eyes shut, as if that would stimulate thought. No, lust didn’t sound right, either.

Whatever it is, it is not enough to sustain a marriage.

She stared up at the slanted ceiling, her vision suddenly hot and blurry. Her mind was like a tangle of embroidery silks. She could not think clearly while she was so intimately…enmeshed with his body. She would wait until he was dozing deeply and then carefully disengage herself from him.

Yes. That is what she would do. And then she would be able to think.

Stacia wiped her eyes and then closed them and commenced to wait.

Within seconds, she surrendered to sleep.