Michael
I woke up to a warmth beside me, not the warmth I wanted. Heather’s blonde sprawled across my pillow, her arm over my chest. Morning light slanted through the curtains, and all I saw was Betty being dragged out of that bar by Duke. The mental picture seared into my brain, branding itself on my soul. I sat up gingerly, not to wake her up, but she stirred anyway. Her blue eyes opened slowly, and a self-satisfied smile crossed her lips, stretching her whole body like a cat in the sun.
“Good morning,” she purred, running her hand down my arm. “Last night was amazing.”
I managed to smile, but my heart wasn’t in it. What had Duke done with Betty after they left? The thought of his hands on her made me sick.
“You’re distracted,” Heather said, pushing herself up on her elbow. The s
