The night rushed past in a blur and when Amanda woke the next morning, the heavy weight of an arm draped over her middle almost made her scream. As she looked across at the dark-haired metro style cut, her stomach revolted. Please dear god, don’t let me have slept with this prissy princess who probably spends more time on his hair than I do, to get ready.
She lifted his arm and did her best to slide out from under it without waking him. Unfortunately, life is never that kind and the sound of his groan made her jump, causing her to fall ungraciously to the floor with a thump.
The sound made pretty boy shoot up and look over the side of the bed at her sprawled form, “Morning.”
She cleared her throat, grateful to find she was still somewhat clothed in her bra and underwear and gave him a
