TanzieI feel drugged as I try to draw my body from sleep. My limbs feel heavy. My eyelids feel like concrete. It’s very hard, this waking up thing.
As I pop my head up, eyes blurry, I realize Grisham is naked beside me. Holy hot bikers, Batman. I thought last night might have just been one extended, amazing wet dream. Yet, here I am, and here he is in his full, gym-hardened glory.
If I wasn’t already pretty hardcore crushing on David Grisham before now, having lost my virginity to him sort of cements that I’ll forever be a little swoony in his presence. Waking up with him like this moves me beyond crushing. I think I might like him, like him.
I’m not stupid enough to think he’ll ever love me. He probably regrets what we did, for whatever stupid man reason he’s concocted to convince hims
