BRIANA THOMPSON
I feel the softness of the sheets on my body, the fluffy pillow under my head, and the comfortable mattress. A good feeling takes over me until I decide to move and my head hurts.
It’s not a terrible pain, but it’s still very annoying.
"Oh my God, I feel like I've been hit by a truck." I turn to the other side.
"That’s called a tequila hangover, wife. You were drinking straight from the bottle."
Now I really wake up and open my eyes, realizing where I am.
In fact, whose bed I’m in.
And the worst part is feeling that I’m naked.
"I can’t believe I did this again." I pull the sheet, cover my head, and hear a laugh.
"You’re a delight, my dear, I had to ask you to moan more quietly, after all, we’re in my parents’ house and not..."
"Shut up. You’re a pervert, you took
