I had snuck out of bed, and out of the warm embrace of Gio as quietly as I could, albeit a little reluctantly. Sneaking to the bathroom on the corridor, away from his bedroom, despite there being an en-suite in his room, so it was less likely to disturb him. I really did not want to wake him.
I was in desperate need of a shower. I had no option but to put on the clothes from last night, but at least I could take a shower. The bathroom was all sleek marble, and all fancy. I washed and showered as quickly as I could, hoping to get out before Gio woke up. That was what one-night stands did, wasn’t it?
To be honest, I had no clue, it was not something I did. Nor had ever done. But I know friends that had, and I am certain one or other of them would usually dash off in the morning. Whether or
