Body Check

There was a naked man in her bed.

Well, he’d been there the night before when they fell asleep after the gazillionth round of hot, mind-blowing sex. But it was odd waking up next to a naked stranger.

Strangerbeing the operative word because, despite how well she knew his body, Brody was essentially still a stranger to her. They’d barely exchanged a single important sentence last night aside from “Please don’t stop” and “I’m about to come, baby.” Between rounds, he’d held her against his warm, muscular body and they would either lie there quietly or lazily make out until the need built up again.

This morning, the heated whispers and soft moans of last night almost felt like a figment of her imagination.