CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
He woke up shortly after seven o’clock. As usual, he took a moment to himself before he got out of bed. Sometimes he simply needed to orient himself, to make sure he knew where he was and what had potentially happened the night before. He never drank, as it muddied his thoughts and actions, so the hangover haze he’d heard about wasn’t an issue. No, for him it was something else. Something mental. Something he had been living with ever since he was a boy.
He felt a leg draped over his own. He looked to his right and saw a blonde woman, rather young. She was completely nude, sleeping on top of the covers, her body partially clinging to his. She was very pretty and had smudges of eyeliner on the side of her face. Slowly, the events of last night came to him. He was both s
