Chapter Twenty
For the first few seconds of the following morning, I woke up to every red-blooded, heterosexual male’s fantasy: a gorgeous woman dozing naked next to me. A stirring rose in all the wrong places—or was it the right places?—and I looked away quickly. With the knowledge that what we had done the previous night had been stupid came the creeping sludge of a filthy hangover.
Despite the perfection lying tight against me on the couch, I felt awful. A headache was coming…I could feel it drifting in like storm clouds. My stomach was a tumultuous pool and the guilt was as sharp as razors. Sure…it had been over a year since I had slept with anyone, so the libido was hard to ignore, but it was the fact of where we had done it that was killing me. It felt as though I had defiled the m
