My eyes feel heavy as they flutter open to a new day. The soft glow of the nightlight fills the room, dim enough to ease me into wakefulness without the harsh shock of bright lights.
Turning to the side of my bed, my eyes land on the alarm clock on the bedside table. “6:02 AM.” I read out the time.
“It’s still quite early,” I murmur, my voice raspy from sleep.
Sitting up, I stretch lazily on the bed, arms and legs reaching as far as they can.
“Mmmh!” A contented moan escapes my lips, and a small smile spreads across my face as a giddy warmth rushes through me.
I feel good—way too f*****g good!
I don’t think I’ve felt this good since the day I set foot in this mansion. I guess this is the real aftereffect of good s*x with someone you truly want.
A small giggle slips thro
