The next morning I woke up alone. I looked to the clock on the TV, ten am. I was sure Christian had dipped out when it was close to time for mom to get home, at least he was smart enough to do so. I stretched and winced when every muscle I had didn't agree with the movement. Still I smiled, last night had been great. Not romantic but special. Christian had been gentle and even worried about hurting me and the pain wasn’t too bad.
Being that it was ten am I knew my mom had gone to work at 8am and that everyone was probably woke. I grabbed some sweats and a t-shirt and went straight for the shower. I could hear Christian and the other guys in the kitchen and I knew they were up to something due to the hushed tones. Deciding to deal with that later I hopped in a very hot shower that I hoped would help the body pain.