Morning comes and the first thing that pulls me from my dreams is the faint running of water. Was it raining? I barely manage to open my eyes, but when I do, something inside of me understands it was something else and I grow stupidly wary of my surroundings.
I push myself up and scan the room I am in. How did I end here? Was this his room? My heart flutters and I don’t remember the last time I felt this anxious upon waking up.
On the other side of the bed, there was a bathrobe, and I can only speculate that it was his. Did we?!
A surge of panic flies right through me and I brush my hands over myself as if this would tell me if I had s*x or not! I am not fully naked but that didn-
“s**t-“ a nearby hiss stops my frenzy. I freeze and for a few moments, I expect to be scolded, but nothin
