Chapter 17: Walk of Shame

Tatum's POV

The sun streaming in through the curtains, forcing my eyes open unwillingly with a sleeping Nico beside me, his cheek pressed against the pillow and his long lashes resting on top of his cheekbones, reminds me of the first time I woke up in his bed. The memory is still raw, and I can't help but smile.

This is something I could get used to.

I roll onto my side – my body aching from the activities the night before – and watch Nico sleep peacefully beside him. I'm momentarily distracted by the way his mouth forms a little o, his breaths coming out in short, soft waves. It's a stark contrast to the dominant man I witnessed the previous night.

Remembering the words Nico said to me last night sends a shiver down my spine and I can't stop the smile tugging at the corner of my lips. I made the right decision to pursue this type of relationship with Nico. He knows what he's doing, and how to make me feel good. I trust him with my body.

I peer over my shoul