Chapter Seventy Seven

I wake up the next morning groggy and disoriented. When I sit up, I see that we are still in the sitting room, Alex and I. He's cocooned against the backrest while I'm somehow pressed against him. It's a miracle that I didn't fall off overnight. Our clothes are strewn all over the floor in a messy pile. A furious blush works it's way up my cheeks when I remember the events of last night. It had been a series of good sex, and together we had explored every single corner of my house possible. I let my gaze travel across the room as I take in everywhere we had fucked. My lampshade lies across the floor haphazardly and what's amazing is I literally have no memory of ever hearing it fall. I do remember the fireplace though. I had gripped the mantle so hard with my ass in the air while Alex had fucked me into oblivion. My core throbs slightly from the memory again but I quickly push up to my feet. And that's when it hits me. Today is Tuesday. With alarm, I glance at the clock and see that i