Daniel brought Rose back to his place and threw her roughly onto his bed. The force made the bed dip, letting out a creak.
Rose seemed completely drunk, muttering about being hot and tearing at her clothes. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes hazy and unfocused.
"Hot, so hot..." she mumbled, her hands fumbling with her neckline, trying to loosen her clothes.
Daniel frowned as he stood by the bed, watching the undressed Rose. Irritation flickered in his eyes.
He had no intention of taking advantage of her, so he curled up behind the naked Rose and fell asleep.
The next morning, Rose woke up with a frown. "Something's poking me," she muttered groggily.
She reached back and felt something large and pulsing in her hand.
"What is this?" she murmured. Pulling back the covers, she saw she wa
