Lying on her back with her eyes closed, her nostrils twitched. A faint remnant of sex filled the air. Her breasts felt sore. Memories of the night before spent in Jayson's arms flooded her senses. Sex with him had been nearly everything she'd hoped it would be. A commitment from him would have made it perfect. Eager to see him and to gauge his reaction to their night together, she sat up. Jayson sat on the single chair in the bedroom watching her. Fully dressed. Damn. That didn't bode well for a Christmas morning fuck. She smiled at him. "Morning, handsome." A brief smile touched his lips. "Morning, beautiful girl." It would be if he joined her in bed. "Why so overdressed?" He sighed. "We need to talk, Rica." That didn't sound like a good we need to talk. "Sure. What about?" "About last night." Oh hell. Having your man wanting to talk about the previous night after you'd finally slept together was not a good thing. "What about it, Jay?" "As you must know, it was fantastic." "But? Let's skip ahead to the but." "But the timing of it might have been a little inappropriate." Oh, Jay.
