Streaks of light coming from the window woke me up. No. A heavy arm on my back and a rising and falling motion did. I frowned and tried to roll away and regain my sleep, but a smooth pectoral caught my vision. What? I glanced around me. Dark blue walls surrounded me and I was clearly not in my room! I tried to sit up, but a heavy arm stopped me. I glanced at my side and the owner of the arm was Dylan. You’ve got to be kidding me. I tried to roll away from him but the more I moved, the more he tightened his hold on me. I tried to recall what happened last night. Did we had s*x? I mentally checked my southern area, and nope, not sore. But how did I end up on his bed?
I vaguely remember what happened last night. Oh right, Myrtle was here. Sadness immediately engulfed me. I stared at the ceil
