Roxie woke up slowly. She felt like she was coming out of a dream that was too comfortable for her consciousness to drag her out of, let alone for her body to respond to the commands of her brain to get out of bed and use the bathroom.
So, for a few long seconds, she didn’t move. She just lay there, staring at the ceiling, blinking as her brain tried to catch up with her body. Subconsciously, she ran her fingers over the soft sheets draped over her body. The feel was so foreign, Roxie let her head fall to the side so she could see them. Ah yes. The gray sheets that belonged to Lucas’s bed.
Right. The details came back to her on a slow rail. Lucas’s house. Lucas’s bed. A bed that had been overflowing with men just hours before. Roxie drew in a sharp breath, then flopped her head to the ot
