In the morning, when the alarm went off, I awoke, slightly bewildered. After a few seconds, I finally remembered that I had spent the night at Jeremy’s house. In fact, I could hear him in the kitchen, moving around, trying to be quiet while setting up the coffee maker.
“I’m awake,” I called out, stretching and sitting up on the futon.
“Good morning, gorgeous. Sleep okay?” he asked from the kitchen, a cheeky smile on his face.
“Gorgeous? When did that start? I slept well, thank you. This futon is very comfortable.” Lightly caressing my bruised cheek, I found that it didn’t hurt as badly as I thought it would. “My face doesn’t feel that bad, and I’m hungry. How about I take a shower?”
“Go ahead. I hung some clothes in the bathroom behind the door. There’s a new packet of underwear, too.
