She looked down and saw the man sleeping on his stomach. His hand reached out, automatically reaching for her since she’d just knocked it off. “No!” she whispered, then covered her mouth with her hand when the man shifted in his sleep. He was obviously reaching for her and she quickly scooted out of range, holding the sheet against her nakedness. When he continued to reach for her, she pushed a pillow closer to him and breathed a silent sigh of relief when he pulled the pillow closer, accepting that the stuffing was her. She pushed her hair out of her eyes, still trying to come to terms with the fact that she’d just had sex! This wasn’t really happening, she told herself. She hadn’t gone home with a guy she’d just met, had she? This was only a nightmare and she would wake up in her own bed with her soft, fluffy pillows surrounding her and everything would be back to normal. She’d barely had a conversation with the man and she’d gone and slept with him?
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