I'm sore!

Tiffany's eyes fluttered and open, she yawned, using her hands to close her eyes, preventing it against the little ray of sunlight that seeped in through the window.

Her consciousness kicked in when she tried moving, her body felt so sore, especially down there.

Everything from last night started replaying itself on her head, her cheeks turned red instantly. She sat up, her eyes roaming around the room.

Brent wasn't present in the room, that was a good thing at least, Tiffany couldn't handle the awkwardness that'll ensue between them.

Just as she was about to get up, the door was unlocked from the outside, and Brent figure came into view, she was still gripping the quilt tightly.

“You're up already? How are you feeling?” Brent asked, looking at her. His voice was deep and laced with tenderness.

“I'm fine” she blushed, looking everywhere but his face.

Brent went closer, sitting on the bed, close to her. “If you're fine like you said, then I did go easy on you.” He whispered. His voice