Phin woke with a raging hard-on, but when he looked at Layla, snuggled into his bed, with a bite mark he’d made on her shoulder, he let her sleep. He jumped into the shower and made a pot of coffee. It had been a long time since he’d had someone spend the night. He discovered he didn’t need to be quiet, because Layla slept like the dead. He’d finished two cups of coffee and polished off a couple of doughnuts and she still hadn’t stirred.
He thought about his next move. He’d planned to hit a couple of halls today and make some spending money. While he didn’t care if Layla stayed in his apartment, he wasn’t sure if she’d want to. He had nothing of value, but most people wouldn’t be comfortable in a stranger’s apartment all day. Then again, they weren’t really strangers anymore.
In the bedr
