After the party is over and the mess in the kitchen is cleaned up, I trudge up the stairs and let out a defeated sigh when I see that Bailey’s door is closed and there’s no light coming from beneath her door. I guess I have my answer.
I’ll be sleeping alone tonight.
Maybe it’s for the best. My groin still throbs, and I don’t particularly want to reinjure it. Of course, I wouldn’t say no if Bailey decided to join me later.
I slip into my room without bothering to turn on the light. After using the bathroom, I brush my teeth and then shuck off my shorts and T-shirt, then crawl into bed.
The memory of what Bailey and I shared in this bed slams into me, and arousal thrums low, heat stirring in my veins. I’m just considering jerking off when a warm body rolls over next to me, settling close
