The room smelled like sex. Better than that. It smelled like Aubrey. The grit in his eyes wasn’t enough to dampen his smile as he turned in his bed. Memories of the night flooded his system, making his morning wood even stiffer. God, she was all dark curls and pale skin in the dim light from the closed curtains. He wanted to kiss her shoulder. Then make a new trail all the way down her back. But he really needed to go to the bathroom. Life was definitely not fair. Instead of waking her, he did his best to slip out of bed silently. As he stood, he caught sight of his alarm clock. “Fuck!” He should have been at the precinct an hour ago. What the hell happened to the alarm? “What’s wrong?” “Late,” he said, wishing the sound of her sleepy voice didn’t go right to his cock. “We’ve got to hurry.” “I don’t have to be anywhere,” she said, then buried her face in her pillow. “I do.” With real regret, he yanked the covers down. Last night had been the best thing that had happened to him in a long time, and he’d love nothing more than to join her for the rest of the day.
