I woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of Damien's low voice on the phone somewhere down the hall. The bedroom was dark except for the thin stripe of morning light sneaking through the blinds. My body still felt heavy from the s*x at the diner, sore in the best and worst ways. I stretched, winced and reached for my phone on the nightstand.
No new messages from him. Just Sofia from last night:
Sofia: Girl you better not be dead. Text me when you wake up. I need details.
I smiled and typed back quick
Me: Alive. Barely. Coffee tomorrow?
Sofia: Tomorrow? b***h I need it today. Lunch at 1?
Me: Deal
I dropped the phone and sat up. The sheets slid off. I was naked, again. Damien had this habit of stripping me completely before bed, like clothes were an insult to his skin touching m
