5
Morgan
I woke up, wrapped around Patrick. The T-shirt I’d borrowed had snaked up to under my breasts, and he had his arm wrapped across the bare skin. Our legs were locked, and he was breathing gently. My eyes darted to his clock. It was already ten o’clock.
Fuck! I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept that long. Probably not since college. And what a crazy f*****g night.
I reluctantly slipped out from Patrick’s arms. Everything that had happened the night before came back to me. I couldn’t believe that we’d almost kissed. That I’d asked him to sleep with me. I hadn’t been that drunk!
Embarrassment hit me fresh. I grabbed my clothes and called an Uber. I needed to get out of there. I didn’t know why I felt like I was making a walk of shame when nothing had even happened between
