Chapter 8
Annalise woke up in a narrow bed with an arm over her midsection. She looked around, but nothing was really familiar. The room was darker than she was used to, even though the clock on the bedside table said it was well into morning. There were clothes everywhere, clothes that weren’t hers, clothes that weren’t feminine.
And then she remembered. She was at Kent’s place, in Kent’s bed, and that was Kent’s arm draped over her. Which meant that was also Kent snoring softly in her ear. They’d stayed up late watching movies and talking. Around seven they’d gone out for an ice-cream and then come back for one more movie. He’d woken her up for the end credits and offered her a place in his bed. No s*x just sleep. “So that you don’t have to drive.” She smiled at the memory.
He must ha
