Fifteen
Bailey woke up and began to stretch…then froze, realizing just where she was. The damask curtains on the tall windows blocked most of the morning sun, but it was still bright enough for her to take stock of her surroundings.
Nasim’s bedroom…and Nasim right there in bed next to her, apparently still asleep. His shoulder-length hair was sticking out all over the pillow, and his fine jaw and chin were faintly stubbled with hair. His eyes were closed tight, and his chest rose and fell with deep, regular breaths.
As for herself, she was wide awake…and pleasantly sore in all the places that indicated she’d just had a wild night of s*x. That first time had been rough, almost primal; she didn’t know how Nasim had guessed that doggy-style was her favorite position, but he’d pushed her do
