Vent

When Emanuele woke up, Joshua was no longer in bed. Startled, the girl looked at the clock on the wall, wondering how long she had been out. Then she realized that she had been there for twenty minutes.

Slowly, the redhead raised her torso, sitting up. She was still only in her panties.

Part of her brain still could not discern what was true and what was not. Had she imagined all this?

The subtle tremors that still ran through her fingers and toes, as well as the small hint of a shiver down her back, were proof that yes, it was real.

Emanuele stood, testing the firmness of her own legs, and got dressed. Why had Joshua left the room? It seemed a bit rude. Or was that usually the way things happened, and she wasn't used to it?

As she was about to leave the room, the man opened the door. He was carrying two mugs, one in each hand.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty."

The girl blushed with embarrassment.

"Oh, hi."

"Hi. Here. I thought you might be in need."

She takes a sip of the cold drink, but can