23 - Shawn

I wonder if she's alright.

That train of thought gets interrupted as my gaze falls on the clock on the nightstand. I assumed it was still early, but now I realize I have just a little over an hour left before the meeting.

Shit. No wonder Asher's all ready to go. I'm not. If he was going to wake me up, couldn't he have done it sooner?

I go back to the bathroom and step into the shower. I start in a hurry but decide to slow down and take a deep breath. The building where the meeting is taking place is just ten minutes away and I've already made all the preparations. I have time. All I have to do is put on my suit, grab my laptop and maybe a cup of coffee and head over there.

Oh, and get Felicity. I shouldn't forget about her.

I haven't. Even as the water washes away the traces of last night, I remember every second, every inch of Felicity's perfect body, every exquisite sound she made, from that very first high-pitched sound to that final strangled cry. It was even better than I imagine