And a beautiful blonde woman, naked as the day she was born, snoozes next to me.
Alissa.
The love of my life.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms.
After…
Oh, God.
May’s head.The park.Bill.We almost got caught by a cop on the way to the morgue.
And then, naturally, we fucked like maniacs.
I rub my temples against the headache beginning to form.
That was early Monday morning, so it must be… Fuck.What time is it?
Alissa has an alarm clock on her nightstand.
Eleven thirty.
Shit.
I was supposed to open the shop at eight a.m.
I don’t even know what time it was when we finally got to sleep.But it was nearing three in the morning when we were at the morgue.
I run my hand over my head.
I’m naked, too.
And…shit.I don’t have anything to change into.
Alissa said she had some oversized T-shirts I could wear.I walk to her dresser, open the middle drawer.
Yes.T-shirts.But all in her size.I reach to the bottom and finally find an XL T-shirt, navy with a pattern of red mushrooms.
Not exactly my style, but it’ll do.
I’m not going to wear her underwear, so I’ll have to go commando.I’ll just put on the tux pants I was wearing last night.I changed into a set of gym clothes I had in the back of my car before we left for the park in Rosemont by the airport.
I run my fingers through my tousled hair and check myself in a full-length mirror in the corner of Alissa’s bedroom.
Not exactly GQ-worthy, but pretty decent given the circumstances.
Alissa is still sleeping.Should I wake her?It’s Monday morning.She probably has work today.
I have work today, too.But that seems to be a lost cause at this point.
If there wereevera reason to take a day off from the shop, it’s the night we had.
I give her shoulder a light squeeze.Her eyes flutter open, and she smiles up at me.
“Maddox.Good morning.”
I kiss her cheek.“Morning, baby.”I gesture to the clock.“We both overslept.Do you have work today?”
