Chelle
ChelleOh God. My head.
My alarm goes off way too early, sending shock waves through my system that makes me sit up with a gasp.
I see a glass of water and ibuprofen on my bedside table, and it all comes rushing back.
The guy buying me too many drinks at the lounge.
Nikolai showing up to rescue me. Wait… how did that happen? It seems like far too much of a coincidence, doesn’t it?
“Oh God,” I mutter when I remember the glorious horrible remainder of the night. I reach back and grab my a*s on the way to the shower.
It’s a little sore, but in a good way. What we did—well, what he did because I was more of a recipient than a participant—was off the charts hot. I’ve never done anything remotely kinky before in my life, and now that I’ve experienced it, I’m pretty sure it’s my thin
