Myriam
I wake up feeling like I've been run over by a truck. The phone alarm won't stop ringing, and my head hurts. I throw a little fit with my hands. I don't feel like getting up. I search for the damn infernal device to turn it off when a soft arm pulls me in.
“Mmmm... good morning,” he says softly in my ear.
Wait, wait. What-is-happeninggg? I don't want to see, I don't want to see. A stubbly beard brushes against my shoulder. Wait. I slip my hand under the sheet. It can't be again! Waaaaah. I mentally sob. Naked again. I slept with my boss again! Waaaaah.
“What are you mumbling about?” he says in my ear, and I shiver. I can't even get the words out of my mouth.
“N-nothing. I was just thinking that I feel like something bad happened to me. Everything hurts,” I tell him frankly, and
