I woke up to the sound of my phone’s alarm ringing, making me groan and turn on the bed I was on. My body felt different only to remember that I was not in my house nor in my bed but at Anthony’s place. It wasn’t as if I wasn’t used to sleeping over but the fact that I was finally living with him. It made me feel different and nervous. I never sat down and thought of our living arrangements when we get married. Would we sleep in one room or stay separately? It made me self-conscious for some seconds before I shook my head and grabbed my phone. I turned off the alarm and laid on my back to stare at the ceiling.
My thoughts began to drift back to what had happened last night. The way Anthony had teased me with the piece of chicken and how he had left my body feeling turned on and the spot b
