What did a girl do after spending a wild night with her ex?
Escape from her own place without being noticed.
Obviously.
At least, that was the plan.
Okay, so it wasn't my finest hour. If we wanted to get technical about it, I probably deserved props for the fact I resisted Broadrick for so long. I wanted to give in the first night, but I'd made it for days.
Days!
I deserved credit. Half a point at least.
Anyway, when I woke up and rolled over the next morning, I found Broadrick's half of the bed empty. The sheets cold.
It made for a simple escape, but really? What asshole snuck out on me in the middle of the night? Wimp.
Forget the fact I planned to do it to him. That wasn't important.
I showered and changed into another pair of jeans and a t-shirt featuring a unicorn wi
