Farrah
Waking up, my body feels abused and used in the most satisfying of ways, and my thighs are so sore I can barely move them. I sit up and notice I'm naked. In bed. Warm, hot skin touches my side and my head whips in the direction of a man. Not just any man, but Benjamin.
I hold my head, the last thing I remember is me getting angry at the professor. Thinking about him makes hurt and fury resurface.
I sigh, whipping the covers off me. This wakes him.
“Harley?" he groans, half asleep.
“Good morning, Benjamin," I say in a less than welcoming way. If he thinks I'm going back with him, he has another thing coming.
“Farrah," he growls into the pillow. A puzzled expression wrinkles my face, curious how he knew it was me before he even lifted his head from the pillow.
“How'd you know
