Phoebe was sore in places she hadn’t even remembered existed and the hot water cascading over her did little to ease the pleasurable aches. It would serve him right if every muscle in his body screamed in protest from their night of sex, though he had seemed disgustingly chipper upon waking. She needed coffee before she could even consider being half that alert. She had to admit the previous night had served to invigorate rather than exhaust her as she might have expected. It had been too long since her last lover to remember if she had always felt this way after a night of vigorous sex. Being unable to remember her morning-after reactions with previous partners spoke for itself. Luca was different, and being with him was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was going to be hard to leave him, but she had no choice. Anya needed her, but she couldn’t have stayed anyway, not under the circumstances. She had come to that realization sometime around dawn. Her heart was already at risk, but there was no way he would ever love her after she had taken money to get out of his life.
