White Lies
“She held herself perfectly still for a moment, waiting for her brain to catch up with her body. The sheets around her were warm and smooth, crisp, and she was cradled in a bed that felt like the foam ones she bounced on at the stores when she wanted to fantasize about the good life. She stretched, carefully, but didn’t encounter another body. Maybe it had just been a dream that Alex had come to bed with her after their intense encounter late last night.
She fished her phone off the night table—he must have left it there, she was quite sure it had been in her bag when she’d been reading last night—and tapped the alarm off. She had a couple of emails she scrolled past, and a few new text messages. Nothing urgent.
She sat up, only realizing that she was nude when the sheets fell down to her waist. Her cheeks heated up; she’d never slept naked in her life. Tank tops and boxer shorts, every single night of her life. And her clothes were off the floor.
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