I wake in stages as if fighting my way to the surface. Something feels off, but my mind can’t figure out what. I stretch my hand out next to me coming away with nothing but air.
Which is the precise moment when everything from last night crashes into my brain with the force of a tsunami.
Roman.
The bathroom at Covet.
Him waiting in my living room.
Both of us needing more.
I don’t remember how many times we sated our hunger for one another. He woke me three or four times during the night. It was, in a word, delicious. So much better than any of my fantasies.
My eyelids flutter open.
Before I let the regret for making such a huge mistake swallow me whole, I allow myself a few moments to revel in every amazing moment that occurred between us.
Maybe I’m naïve, but I never imagined sex could be so explosive.
Or hot.
Or dirty.