MorganIt isn’t until the next morning that the full weight of last night’s activities hits me like a ton of bricks. A sexy, f****d up, totally unexpected ton of bricks. I wait for regret to rob me of the pleasant memories, but there’s only a hazy sense of accomplishment at the idea that maybe I did actually help her.
I can hear Isla’s shower running as I get up to brush my teeth, so I know she’s up. The thought of her naked body conjures all the images from last night freshly to my mind, causing a stir of arousal in my boxer briefs. I wonder how she’s feeling about it all now that she’s had a good night sleep to process it. If she hasn’t come bursting through my door demanding an apology for violating her last night, that has to be a good sign, right?
After a quick rinse in the shower
