I Walked Away Seven Years Too Late But Right on Time novel Chapter 131

The crisp chirping of birds woke Sophie Sullivan. She opened her eyes, catching the morning sunlight filtering through the gap in the curtains.

The crisp mountain morning felt as chilly as the night, and a single quilt didn't seem enough to keep the cold at bay. Sophie rolled over, resting her head on Gavin Gilmore's arm, wrapping her arm around his waist, and snuggling deeper into his embrace.

"You awake?"

Gavin pulled her closer, pressing a warm kiss to her forehead.

"Mhm," Sophie murmured. Neither of them had any desire to get out of bed.

Her legs were still delightfully sore and her body felt weak. She just wanted to lay there, tangled up with him.

Gavin pulled her leg over his hip, his hand trailing repeatedly over the smooth expanse of her skin.

Sophie had long, straight legs and a radiant, nearly flawless complexion. The only imperfection was a faint pink scar on her knee.

She had told him it was from a terrible bicycle crash back in college. The fall had been so brutal it had torn right through her thick denim jeans, scraping the skin raw. Years had passed, but the skin there remained slightly pinker than the rest.

His thumb rested right over that scar. It was the very spot he had kissed over and over again last night. If kisses possessed any magic, he wanted them to heal every physical and emotional wound she had ever suffered, erasing all the traces.

"Sophie..." Gavin whispered, his voice thick and raspy.

"What is it?" Sophie opened her eyes.

Gavin's lips trailed down from her forehead to the tip of her nose, finally capturing her lips. His tongue parted her teeth, deepening the kiss.

Their breathing quickly turned ragged.

His hands didn't stop moving, and the skin beneath his fingertips ignited, growing hot all over again.

Last night, he had been somewhat desperate.

It had been a while since their last time, and the wait had made him impatient. He had been like a werewolf under a full moon, completely uninhibited, aggressively claiming his territory and demanding more and more.

He hadn't stopped until Sophie was completely exhausted.

Now, Gavin was much more unhurried. He offered long, slow kisses and a tender touch.

He watched her surrender to the pleasure, taking her to the deepest depths of intimacy.

Where their skin pressed together, it grew slick with the scent of their passion.

He lay back down beside her. They remained tangled together, utterly breathless. They probably needed a shower, but neither made a move.

They just lay there in peaceful silence, listening to the wind outside, the chirping birds, and each other's steady breathing until they drifted back to sleep.

By the time they woke up again, it was already noon.

They took a refreshing shower and went to grab lunch.

They sat in a gazebo draped with sheer white curtains that billowed gracefully in the breeze, looking like a cinematic scene straight out of a classic fantasy epic.

Next to it was a cascading koi pond, the water rushing down the tiers. Golden and red trout swam lazily in the pools.

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