Where the heck was she? There was only darkness. And nakedness. “Sean.” The distant male shout brought clarity and fear. She was in Sean’s apartment, the man’s voice traveling from outside the front door. “Sean,” she rasped into the dark. No answer. There was no movement. Nothing. She was alone. What the hell? She scampered from the bed, hands and knees racing until she was on the floor to scour for her clothes. Her palms ran into the stiff underwire of her bra first, then the softness of her top, and finally the harsher material of her cargos. She had no clue if they were inside out or upside down, but she blindly rushed to tug them on. Not even a lack of panties was going to stop her from covering her insecurities. “Sean, open the damn door,” the man shouted. Oh, Christ. What the heck had Sean left her to deal with? She pushed to her feet, resigning herself to leave a hidden lingerie present for her long-lost lover.
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