When Ruth woke up, her head was spinning, and the first thing she saw was a face she knew all too well.
She blinked a couple of times, hoping the scene would change, but no—he was still there, his bare chest exposed beneath the covers, veins clearly visible, along with two suspicious-looking scratch marks.
Ruth swallowed hard and cautiously lifted the blanket to peek underneath.
She groaned inwardly, feeling a wave of panic. She couldn't remember a damn thing from last night!
'Oh, gosh! Have I really gotten that desperate for s*x?'
She carefully slid out from under the covers and grabbed the nearest piece of clothing she could find. It turned out to be Raymond's shirt.
Clutching her shoes in one hand, she was about to make a quiet exit when she felt an undeniable presence closing in
