Her mouth tasted gummy, and there was a crick in her neck, as if she’d spent far too much of the night before sleeping in the wrong position. Actually, she couldn’t remember very much of what she’d done after she’d gotten to her room and shut the door. Her clothes and shoes had been dropped carelessly to the floor instead of being put in the hamper or returned to the closet, and that wasn’t like her. Neither was sleeping in just her panties, but that was all she had on when she woke up.
For all she knew, she hadn’t even brushed her teeth before she collapsed into bed. That would account for the gumminess in her mouth and the overwhelming feeling of ick that seemed to surround her as she pushed herself up from the bed.
Or maybe that was because she’d let a demon kiss her the night before…
