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“What time do you need to go in the morning to get your car?”
“I probably should leave at six. Is that okay?” she asked.
“That’s fine. I have so much going on this week. Let me go make some coffee to be ready when we wake up. I’ll be right back.” I felt her tug on my arm as I tried to move away, but she eventually let go. I felt her roll toward me as I got out of the bed and walked back out of the room. The thought of her watching me walk naked to the kitchen sent my tummy fluttering.
I prepped the coffee pot and adjusted the timer to be ready earlier than usual, then went back to the room and shut the door to keep any light out. I adjusted the alarm and set it, then climbed back into bed. This time, she pulled me against her.
“I’m sort of sleepy, but if you aren’t ready for sleep, let me know,” I said. After drinking so much and eating bar food all night, I was exhausted.
“I have had a long day. We will make up for it soon. Go to sleep.”
We both let out a gentle sigh as we settled into bed. I was starting to drift off when she asked me a question.
“So, is the inside just a preference? I enjoy it, and you seemed to enjoy doing it to me.”
I opened my eyes and thought of what to say. Sleepiness was overcoming me but I managed a response. “Yeah, just a preference. Let’s get some rest.”
That seemed to quell her curiosity for now. But should we do this again, and again, hopefully, it would probably come up again. But I wasn’t ready to explain that yet. I was sure of one thing, she was different. Ifeltdifferent.
I let myself enjoy the warmth of her body and her breath on my neck. After several minutes, I found myself being lulled off to sleep.
Chapter 10
Amy
The alarm blared and I threw my arm over to make it stop. I looked through my one open eye to see the time was five thirty.What the fuck?
Just as I was piecing together why my alarm was going off so early, and grabbing the side of my head because it was splitting, I felt an arm reach over my waist.
I jumped, rolled, and screamed, all at the same time, and landed on the floor. I was completely nude, so I pulled the blanket off my bed and rushed to cover myself so I could find a weapon lying around.
But just as I got to my feet with the blanket around me, I turned to see a petite figure sitting up in my bed, holding a pillow against her.Oh my God. That was all real.
I remember dreaming that Valentina and I were here together. But clearly, that wasn’t a dream. And shit, my head was pounding.
I turned the lamp on next to the bed.
“Are you well? Can I do something?” she asked, her face riddled with concern and confusion.
“I–I’m so sorry. I haven’t slept with anyone in a long time. Or apparently, drank so much,” I said as I put my hand up to my head again.
“I do not believe that,” she said with a grin on her face. “You are much too good a lover to not have done that recently. Or often.”
“I meant, literally sleeping,” I said as I sat in the chair in the corner.
“Oh, that makes sense. Shall I go make us some coffee?” she asked. I could smell it had brewed. I remembered that, too. Did last night really happen?
Oh my God, what the fuck have I done?
I nodded and she reached over the foot of the bed. She threw the pillow back behind her and pulled her dress from the floor, slipping it over her head, leaving me an excellent profile view. My head was killing me, but holy shit, she was fucking amazing.
She threw her legs over the bed and was looking around, moving the pile with her foot, before she leaned down and picked up something. I saw the teeny tiny pieces of strings sewn together that she apparently thought passed as panties. Not that I was complaining; it was a nice touch but seemed to not serve any functional purpose. I watched as she stepped into the strings and pulled them up high on her hips before she dropped the dress back over herself and walked to the kitchen.
I ran to the bathroom, found my robe, and tied the belt around me. I then rushed to brush my teeth and gargle some mouthwash because even I could smell my own dragon breath.How much did I drink last night?
Did I really bring her here? Did our couch session really happen?Once I was done gargling, I did it once more for good measure and combed my hair as I sloshed the burning liquid around my mouth and halfway down my throat.
I put my hands on the counter and looked up at myself.What did you do, dumb bitch?
