Chapter Twenty-eight
I awoke to the sensation of his hand tracing the lines of my back. The sheets were familiar. They smelled fresh, a striking contrast to my breath, which delivered stale, earthy undertones from the red wine. Saliva surrounded my thick tongue and coated my teeth like kindergarten paste. The diamond ring felt heavy on my finger.
“Good morning,” Ted cooed.
I rolled over, feeling the smooth sheets across my naked body. Even with the blinds drawn, the morning light caused me to squint. I kept one eye shut. “Oh, Lord, did we…”
“We could.”
“We could’ve last night…or, we could now?”
“Would you like to?”
“Uh, can’t think yet. I should get moving. What timezit?”
“Ten thirty.”
“Ten thirty? s**t! I missed the whole show and I told Marly I’d be there.”
I sat up, but Ted to
