Talk later?

GREALISH

I blinked as sunlight found its way into my room. The brightness pulled me out of sleep's grasp for a moment. For a second I thought I imagined something moving beside me.

Groggily, I opened my eyes, feeling more disoriented than ever as I noticed a mysterious woman lying beside me in bed. Confusion gave way to shock, and I leaped out of bed, scrambling to the edge of the bed. What the fuck?

"Cricket?"

She sat up, her wild hair resembling a bird's nest. She grinned mischievously, revealing an array of pearly white teeth. "Good morning, Grealish," she greeted, sounding far too cheerful for my liking.

A million questions ran through my mind in a split second. The most important questions were why the fuck she was here on my bed and how she had gotten into the damn room.

The sheets slipped away and I noticed she was naked, her small perky breasts pale and inviting. I knew I'd have to turn down the invite.

"What the fuck are you in my bed?" I stuttered, my voice sounding suspiciou