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Fuck!

My orgasm crashes through me and I spill into my own hand, wishing with every fibre of my being that I was spilling inside of her.

Chapter Eight

Ava

Oh my God. What happened last night?

My whole body aches and my head feels like it’s got a bowling ball inside it. I don’t think I had that much to drink, did I?

I shift in bed to sit up, only to realize I’m completely naked and lying on top of the covers.

What the fuck is going on?

I try to recall the events of last night, but my head is fuzzy, and everything is blurring.Please tell me I didn’t hook up withsomeone. I’m not a virgin, but I’m also not overly experienced and a one-night stand is really not the sort of thing I’d do.

I look around my bedroom, but no one else is here and the door to my bathroom is wide open and empty. My eyes, however, land on my trusty purple dildo, which is lying abandoned amongst my rumpled sheets.

What the fuck?!

***

After a hot shower I feel a lot better, but I need a coffee to really feel like myself.

I scream as I enter my living room and see the body on my couch.

“Christ, pipsqueak, keep it down,” he grumbles as he rolls onto his back and runs a hand down his face.

“River?” I gasp. “What the fuck?”

“From your shock at seeing me, I’m going to guess you don’t remember last night.”

“Why are you here?” I look around my apartment as if it can answer my question.

He groans as he sits up and skates his fingers through his hair. “I need coffee for this conversation.”

“River? What’s going on?”

“Coffee, pipsqueak, then we can talk.” He gets up from the couch and makes his way over to the small table I have set up between my kitchen and living room. I guess I’m making coffee for two, then.

“It’s not as good as your mom’s, but it’ll do.” I place a mug down in front of him and take a seat opposite.

He picks it up in his big hands and takes a large gulp, his eyes close as he appreciates a drink I’m quite sure the Gods sent to us.

“What do you remember about last night?”

“I was at the club with the girls, we were drinking and dancing, but I don’t remember having that much to drink.”

“You didn’t,” he confirms. “What else?”

“You were there with the blonde.” His eyes roll at my comment. “I got a round of drinks at the bar…” I pause while I think, this is where things get blurry. “I-I don’t… was there a fight?”

“Kind of,” he mutters. “I punched a guy. He spiked your drink, baby.”

“Oh shit,” I breathe.

Baby. There’s something there, at the edges of my memory. I don’t think this is the first time he’s called me it.