Karl
Jassy stirred beside me, but I kept my eyes closed, just enjoying the feel of her warm body coiled up against mine. My body ached from the night before, every fiber of my being calling out for me to stay in bed. Who knew leaping from a moving bike onto a semi-truck speeding down the highway would take so damned much out of a man? But, still, the feel of her tiny form pressed into mine was the best excuse I'd ever come up with to stay in bed.
I'd f****d more women than I could count, even with my boots off. Fed once joked that I should just get a revolving door put on my bedroom or, better yet, one of those subway style turnstyles that kept count for you. I didn't even remember most of their names, to be honest. They'd always been a flash of blonde hair, or brown, a soft body pressed
