Ash awoke to the sound of a door closing. Sitting up with a lurch, it took him only a second to remember: Violet. Meeting her at the Fainting Goat, the playground. The s*x. Oh Christ, the s*x. The best s*x of his life and instead of seeing her lying sleeping next to him the following morning, he saw nothing but a bracelet sitting on the pillow where she should’ve been lying.
Had a woman just up and left him without saying goodbye after sleeping with him? That was a first. Usually he was the one tiptoeing out of a woman’s house so as to avoid any awkward morning conversations.
He rubbed his eyes and groaned, glancing at the clock. He still had time to get into work on time. The last thing he needed was Trent grilling him about being late after Bea’s birthday party last night. Most likely
