Lifting the covers, I inspect my body. There are little bite marks all over. Pink and healing. Shit. Emotions churn inside me. I cover my face, remembering what I did last night. Rolling over, I check the nightstand for money. There’s nothing there but Birds of the Northeast. I check the floor. The clothes Sparrow threw there last night are gone. There’s a knock on my door. “Go away!” I shout. Unable to face anyone right now, I throw the covers back and run to the bathroom, locking the door. I turn and inspect my naked body in the mirror. There are tiny marks all over. Logic tells me I should be embarrassed, but remembering how it felt having Sparrow’s mouth on my skin squashes everything. There’s dried blood on the corner of my mouth. I lick it away, close my eyes, and remember. Hearing the flooring creak, I open my eyes. There’s a shadow outside my bathroom.
