I don't want to move. I'm holding perfection here in my arms, in my bed. I've never brought a woman to my apartment before, never wanted to stick around after I've f****d someone. But I don't ever want Alice to leave my bed and I can barely wait to be inside her again, to move with her and give her pleasure. I know that I've completely unraveled for this woman. All my rules are broken. All my composure is gone and somehow, with my fingers twined through her mad hair and my body pressed against her soft curves, I just don't care.
Alice has fallen asleep in my arms and it feels so right. After awhile, I hear her phone chirping inside her purse on my dresser. Some sort of persistent alarm grows louder, and I don't want it to wake her. I slip out of the bed to reach for it. The words “Littl
