Chapter 11
Light streamed in from white-curtained windows. The sun was shining, birds were chirping…or were those cars driving by below? I blinked rapidly, trying to wake up, and a huge yawn escaped me.
“What time is it?” I murmured into the empty space.
Then, my eyes adjusted.
Blue comforter.
King-size bed.
Clean bedroom.
I bolted upright and stared around the room. “Oh god,” I hissed.
Last night came back to me in a rush. Meeting Penn at the party, wandering the city with him, the club, his bed.
Oh god, his bed.
I was still in his bed.
And he was not in his bed.
The things we had done in his bed.
I shook my head to try to dispel the series of images that floated to the surface. His hands gripping my hips, his tongue on my clit, my hands running through his hair, the yells fo
