Libby stretched and tried to focus her eyes. She was attempting to wrap her head around the events of the previous night. She was not the kind of girl who jumped into bed with someone on the first date, but there she was with Tyler, waking up next to him the following morning. She looked over at him sleeping and he seemed out of it. She went to slide out of bed when he rolled over, putting his arm around her, and pulling her closer.
“Are you sneaking away from me?”
“No.”
“I want you to stay right here.”
“Well, unless you want a waterbed, I suggest that you let me go to the bathroom.”
“Fine, if you must.”
“Thank you.” Libby slid out of bed and grabbed the t-shirt from last night and pulled it over her head. She made her way to the bathroom thankful his shirt went down to her knees
