Chapter Sixteen
Bobbi Jo
Soft snores met my ears as I woke up. Cash’s arms around my body made me smile. The wetness between my legs made me stop smiling. “Shit.”
Why would there be wetness between my legs when we used a c****m?
The activities from the night before came drifting back into my mind. The bath, the bed, the floor, the walk-in closet—and all those times and places had one thing in common.
No c****m.
It took me a second to realize I wasn’t breathing. When I gasped, the noise made Cash stir a little. I didn’t move, didn’t take another breath.
I had to get the hell out of there. Maybe I could find a morning-after pill. I had to do something to rectify my reckless behavior.
Sneaking out of the bed, moving his arm a little at a time, I was able to move away from him. Going t
