I woke up as the sun hit my face the next morning. For a few confused moments, I wasn't sure where I was. I'd been in more New Orleans hotel rooms in the past few months than I could remember, but I never stayed until morning. I left while it was still dark, and I always slept in my own bed.
But Joss and I had been busy last night, and after our last round, I'd simply fallen next to her onto the mattress and passed out.
I glanced over to the other pillow. Joss was burrowed into the white sheets, only her red curls spilling out to tempt me. I traced the shape of her body beneath the covers with my eyes. She'd been wild last night, and the room showed it. A few sofa pillows, a dome from our dinner table and her hairbrush were all on the floor, thanks to Jocelyn and her occasional telekines
