The alarm screamed at 5:30 AM.
Mera's hand shot out from under the covers.
Slapped the phone into silence.
She yawned.
Wide enough her jaw cracked.
Yoga.
Right.
Morning routine.
Her eyes opened slowly.
The room came into focus through a pleasant haze.
Purple walls.
Band posters.
Stepping disc burns on the ceiling from last night.
Oh.
Last night.
Warmth surrounded her completely.
Not blanket warmth.
Body warmth.
An arm draped across her waist.
Solid.
Heavy.
Possessive.
Her back pressed against a chest that rose and fell with deep even breaths.
Something hard nestled between her thighs.
Not touching her pussy.
Just resting there in the gap.
Thick.
Hot.
Rome's dick.
Jesus Christ that's Rome's dick.
She became aware of her body in stages.
Soreness first.
Deep between her legs where he'd been.
Where he'd filled her.
Where he'd come inside her.
The ache pulsed with her heartbeat.
Not quite pain.
Not quite pleasure.
