Chapter Fifty-Five
Epilogue
These sheets don’t feel like mine. Why am I naked? I never sleep naked.
These sheets don’t feel like mine. Why am I naked? I never sleep nakedShe opened her eyes in a dark room. As her sight adjusted, she saw nothing was in the same place as her bedroom in the apartment she shared with Moira.
She sat up, keeping the sheet over her breasts, and memories began resurfacing.
Christmas wedding. Adult eggnog. Green eyes.
Christmas wedding. Adult eggnog. Green eyesDread sunk her stomach. The room wasn’t as dark as it initially appeared, a lightening sky poking light in around the curtain on the window. Steeling her nerve, she turned her head.
Black hair, a bare male shoulder, and a defined arm. s**t.
ShitMichaela, what did you do?
Going home with a man wasn’t
