By ten o’clock the next morning, I was exhausted. I could barely make my limbs move, and by the time I reached my apartment, I was asleep on my feet. I unlocked the door and stumbled inside, barely registering that my keys were being taken from my hand and the door locked behind me.
“Wha—?” A yawn cut-off my words.
“Shh,” Simms said. “Let me take care of you.” I was too tired to object. What was he still doing here anyway?
He led me by the hand to my bedroom. I bumped into the wall a couple of times along the way, barely keeping my eyes open. He sat me on the edge of the bed, helped me take off my shirt and shoes and when he gently pushed me back onto the mattress, he took off my belt and slacks. I didn’t remember much else since I fell asleep soon after that.
When I awoke, it was afte
