It was another rare luxury in her new life. But this morning, no amount of slowly rousing was going to take the edge off a shit-tacular night. Why is it that just when you want your brain to turn off, it fires up an endless loop of images and emotions that make it damn near impossible to relax? She had a sleep hangover. That gross, knot-in-the-stomach, fuzzy headed reaction to having tossed, turned, and basically fretted through the night. Ugh. Staring at the wood beams crossing the ceiling above her head, she tried taking a series of deep, meditative breaths hoping to clear her mind and bring a sense of calm but nothing was helping. Not when all she could think about was Alex and the incredible kiss they’d shared. Especially when that tingling, sexy memory was quickly followed by the humiliating memory of being dismissed from his presence like a naughty child. Get your ass out of here. Don’t look back. I’m not worth it.
