“Fuck.”
Rachael woke up to a splitting headache serving as a dreadful reminder of what happened the previous day.
“Fuck.”
She cursed again and managed to get up, the duvet sheets falling off her as she did to reveal her naked body. Completely flustered, she hurriedly pulled the sheets back towards her and looked around her.
She was alone. In an empty bed and an empty room.
What the hell happened?
Except she remembered what happened. A bit too well at that.
She and William had s*x. Barely 24 hours ago.
“Crap!” She yelled out, pulling her hair as she drew her knees closer to her. “No, no. Please tell me it’s all a dream.”
But it wasn’t. Her too vivid memory and clothes littered around the floor serving as more than enough proof.
Cursing again, she managed to get up, this time allo
