The morning sun was higher than I’d expected to see it. It was Sunday, which meant— Shit! With an apprehensive frown, I ripped the blanket away and rolled on my side. The brunette snoring beside me looked as exhausted as I felt. I scrubbed my hands down my face, sobering. I was able to better make her out, noticing her mouth hanging open, hair knotted around her slender frame, limbs stretched out. My memory was still firing up, but what little I remembered was a night like all the rest: lackluster. I glanced over to where my side table should’ve sat and shook my head, unable to resist a small smile. The table was on its side, my alarm clock wedged under it. Maybe the night had been a bit more than lackluster after all. As my gaze wandered around the room, my smile curved up into a wicked grin. The woman had stamina—I remembered that, as well as the crazed lust in her eyes when I’d told her I was taking her home. She was up for anything, and I’d made sure to reap the full benefits of it.
