Chapter 17
NANCY
I wake to find the bed empty for the second time in twelve hours.
My pink nightie is still on, but my underwear is gone.
The taste of whiskey, imbibed long ago, still lingers on my tongue and the memories of last night come flooding back in a rush that makes me tingle all over.
I sucked Andrew’s c**k.
He tasted me.
I told him things I never told any man before…
And somehow, it’s all right.
I know it’s all right. Because I feel giddy just thinking about it.
And as if he can read my thoughts, he stumbles from a second door.
Andrew.
In all his half-naked glory. Clad in a pair of flannel pajama bottoms.
His dark hair is tousled, a mess all over his head. There’s a toothbrush in his mouth along with white foam, and it’s all so damn comical.
He looks adorable. And
