Chapter 19
Leila’s already awake when I open my eyes. She’s looking at me as though she can’t quite believe it’s my bed she has just woken up in. For some reason, maybe because last night was so devastatingly glorious, the first thought that pops into my head at the sight of her is: oh damn, was this really a one-night stand?
“Good morning.” Her voice is extra low and gravelly. The duvet is half-draped over her, exposing her magnificent chest.
As much as I want to enjoy this moment, this morning with her, and despite only having just opened my eyes, this is quite the mindfuck already.
At least Leila had the decency to tell me, beforehand, what she’s like. It might be a one-night thing, although I sure as hell hope not. It might be a three-night dalliance. Or it may even continue until
