The next day, Jesy woke up to find the other side of the bed cold and empty, a sign that the other person had been out of bed for a long time. With her being the only person on the bed, she rolled around it with a stretch accompanied by a loud and unreserved yawn.
With her eyes closed even when she was already awake, she laid sprawled on the bed. She thought about last night and her cheeks blazed in white heat looking like a cooked lobster. She sighed and pulled her hair in an attempt to stop thinking about last night but it wasn't successful.
Her cheeks only got even more red and she smiled like a highschool girl thinking of her first crush. As much as she hate to admit, Jesy had felt good lying in Trevor's embrace. It was warm and cozy, something she would love to experience everyday, being cuddled to sleep everyday.
Realizing her train of thought, her smile quickly died down and she smacked her head for thinking and wishing for the forbidden.