Chapter Seven
Michaela
Ten Years Later
December 26th
These sheets don’t feel like mine.
Why am I naked? I never sleep naked.
Why am I naked? I never sleep nakedI opened my eyes in a dark room. As my sight adjusted, I saw nothing was in the same place as my bedroom in the apartment I shared with Moira.
I sat up, keeping the sheet over my breasts, and memories began resurfacing.
Christmas wedding. Adult eggnog. Green eyes.
Christmas wedding. Adult eggnog. Green eyesEarth-shattering orgasms.
Earth-shattering orgasmsDread sunk my stomach.
The room wasn’t as dark as it initially appeared, light poking in around the curtain on the window. Steeling my nerve, I turned my head.
Black hair, a bare male shoulder, and a defined arm. s**t.
ShitMichaela, what did you do?
Going home with a
