Drake rolled over in bed, his eyes sprang open when he reached out and encountered an empty bed beside him. The sheets cold. He sat up, blinking blurry eyes for Brooklyn but there was no sign of her.
By all means she should still be in bed beside him. They’d both gotten little sleep. They’d made love throughout the night. Both passing out and reaching out for the other during the night to make love again. His body was tired and sore and he loved it.
It helped sleeping in his own bed again and not the couch that was too small for his frame. His bed that smelled of Brooklyn and s*x.
His c**k stood at attention ready to go again. “I agree, but where is she?” He mumbled to himself then he heard it.
Music was playing in the living room which meant she was in the kitchen.
Drake hopped
