Chapter 113

I think he pulled out of me and we nestled against each other, our breath caressing each other’s skin as we lay there in each other’s arms…

I think, because about then my memory becomes hazy. I believe that was the point the wine and exhaustion took over.

The next thing I knew, my eyes were squinting open in pain.

The bedroom was dimly lit, with just a ghost of sunlight coming through those crazy sci-fi windows with the fade-up glass – but it felt like floodlights were aimed right at the back of my brain.

A voice was coming from the other room, indistinct and muted.

I looked over beside me and saw that Connor’s side of the bed was empty.

I could still smell the lingering scent of his cologne in the rumpled sheets, though.

Just beyond the bed, I saw a fancy digital clock on the nightstand.

10:14 AM.

Wow, it’s late…

While I lay there, I took stock of my current condition.

My head was pounding.

My lady parts were… ah, tender, shall we say.

My mouth felt like the Sahara.

And I had to pee