The world swam back into focus in thick, syrupy pulses. A deep, aching throb between her legs. The smell of sweat and s*x and him on her sheets. The crushing weight of his body, slack in sleep, pinning her to the mattress.
No.
The thought was a spark in the fog.
Her fingers twitched. Then her hand. The drug was wearing off, leaving behind a heavy, leaden weakness, but it was fading. Sensation was returning in painful pins and needles. She lay perfectly still, listening to his deep, even breaths against her neck. His arm was a steel band across her naked waist.
Now. Move now.
With agonizing slowness, she slid her body out from under him, inch by inch. Her limbs trembled, threatening to buckle. Her bare feet hit the cool floorboards. She didn’t look back. She just ran.
Her legs were wo
