The girls pulled up in my driveway and dropped me off at 4:58 on the dot. I groan and wave a
hand waywardly as they scream their cheerful goodbyes and drink everything dry in the
limousine.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the glass door and see that my once already bedheaded bead-head
is now a birds nest. The strippers had a hell of a time playing with my long locks and I took that
over them touching my body.
Trudging in, I walk to the living room where the lights are on and expect to see Christian waiting
up to make sure I'm back by his set curfew. Instead, I see him fast asleep on the couch with soft
snores echoing across the room.
Not bothering to go upstairs or change, I slide down right next to him and curl into his side.
Unlike me, he doesn't smell of alchohal. He smells l
