Chapter 11
Light streamed in from white-curtained windows. The sun was shining, birds were chirping…or were those cars driving by below? I blinked rapidly, trying to wake up, and a huge yawn escaped me.
“What time is it?” I murmured into the empty space.
Then, my eyes adjusted.
Blue comforter.
King-size bed.
Clean bedroom.
I bolted upright and stared around the room. “Oh god,” I hissed.
Last night came back to me in a rush. Meeting Penn at the party, wandering the city with him, the club, his bed.
Oh god, his bed.
I was still in his bed.
And he was not in his bed.
The things we had done in his bed.
I shook my head to try to dispel the series of images that floated to the surface. His hands gripping my hips, his tongue on my c**t, my hands running through his hair, the yells fo
