13: Terrence.

I sit up in the center of a huge bed and my dark hair falls around me. I push it out of my face the best I can when I don't feel my hair tie on my wrist.

A small shaft of light spills in from the cracked bathroom door and I can see I'm surrounded by big fluffy white pillows. If I didn't know better, I'd think I was on a cloud, but the ache between my legs reminds me of what happened last night.

I glance over to the window and light peeks from the bottom of the curtains, letting me know it's the next day. How long have I slept? The last thing I remember was being on the sofa with Benny, but I don't know how I got from there into here. Obviously, Benny moved me, but I don't remember at what point he carried me in here.

I flop back on the bed and stare up at the ceiling. I bite my lip and smile because last night was wonderful. Benny fed me until I could barely move. My mom is an amazing cook, but he has her beat, not that I'd ever tell her that.

When we cuddled up on the sofa, I fought