BAILEY
My eyes fluttered open when a gentle draft whipped past my toes drawing a yawn. The duvet had slipped toward my torso, leaving my breasts hanging in the open. A small smile stretched my face as the events of the previous nights flashed. I turned toward the other end of the bed and noticed Hallowell was gone.
The glare of the sun beams piercing through the curtains informed me that it was noon: when did he leave? Why didn't he wake me up?
I had the fleeting fear that it really must have been a dream, but as I got up to use the bathroom, there was no denying the soreness I felt in between my legs and the weakness in my legs. My legs wobbled as I grappled furniture, heading to the bathroom to take a cold shower. I felt much better and returned to the room and found a dress to put o
