She awoke to the morning sun warming her bare skin, making her instantly aware that she’d slept too long. She couldn’t remember the last time she hadn’t gotten up with the sun.
She rolled over, not surprised to find that Michael was no longer there, though that didn’t stop the wave of disappointment from washing over her. She should be happy, she reasoned. She’d ditched the embarrassing secret she had kept for too long, had one hell of an amazing time with an incredibly talented lover, and could resume her life and her work as if nothing had happened. What could be better?
Grasping onto that logic, she slipped out of bed and hopped into the shower, doing her damnedest not to think about the last time she’d stood beneath the showerheads. Dried and dressed twenty excruciating minutes later
