Chapter 33
It was a crack of light through the drawn curtains that woke her. Where was she? Her brain slowly cranked into gear. Jasper’s flat. Something had happened last night. Something had changed between them. She had… No, they had…
Only this wasn’t his bedroom, this was definitely his lounge. They weren’t naked and spooning in his neat little bed. She was still on the sofa. Still fully dressed. The only change from her last memory of the evening was the addition of a light sheet over her body, and a dark pool of dribble on the cushion under her head. Bollocks! Somewhere between the meaningful looks and him coming back into the room, she’d fallen asleep. She retrieved her phone from the floor. It was 5:30am.
Why hadn’t he woken her? Any normal man would have made some noise, gently nudged her back to consciousness. Hell, any normal man would have shoved a hard-on into the small of her back and hoped for the best. What was wrong with him? Or worse, what was wrong with her? Perhaps she’d misread the signals, but she was usually pretty good with signals, especially the sexual ones. She was no mathematician but, under normal conditions, lots of wine plus shared sofa plus no pants equals serious boning. But these weren’t normal conditions. Jasper wasn’t a normal guy. In fact, he wasn’t like anyone she had ever met. He was…
She brought up the Uber app on her phone. She needed to get out of here.