Beth woke groggy, thinking she was dreaming the weight around her middle. An urgent need to pee drove her from the bed. As she tried to get up, she realized the weight wasn’t a remnant of her dream, there was an arm wrapped around her waist and as she tried to move away, it tightened pulling her close again.
She remembered the night before, the passion and fireworks she’d experienced with Sadist. Her last memory was falling asleep against his chest. Urgency to pee reminded her why she’d woken. Lifting his arm, Beth carefully slipped from under it and slid out of bed and padded into the bathroom.
When she returned, Beth considered staying up, making coffee and getting breakfast started, then she looked back at the bed, at Sadist. The length of his hair had fallen into his face, partially
