Continued from Season Two, Chapter One
Nadia’s Point of View
Caleb fucked me somewhere over India.
He asked me how I wanted to be fucked.
“I’ve never been asked.”
“I feel selfish. You going on top and doing all the work.”
“It’s my favorite position.”
He nodded.
But he didn’t flip me over or pull me onto him. He stayed on his side, facing me on the First Class bed, and his hand found my hip, and his thumb drew a slow circle on the bone, and he looked at me with the focus I’d seen on the jetty — the scattered man gone, the man with the mission arrived.