Coming back home

The room was bathed in soft morning light, its gentle glow casting a serene ambiance. James stirred as the light danced across his face, coaxing him from his slumber. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, his gaze settled on Naomi, who lay peacefully beside him. Sensing his movement, Naomi stirred awake, her eyes meeting James's with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

As Naomi slipped down from the bed in search of her car keys, memories of the previous night flooded back. She recalled bringing James to the hotel room, his drunken insistence on intimacy, and her futile attempts to break free from his grasp. Despite her efforts, she had found herself trapped in a disconcerting situation, ultimately succumbing to exhaustion and sleeping beside him.

James's inquiry broke the silence, his voice strained with a hint of indignation. Naomi felt a surge of frustration at his obliviousness to the events of the night before, coupled with the underlying resentment stemming from his behavior