Overcoming Chapter Three

EMBERLY*

The morning started like many others. I woke up nestled in tightly against Derrick's warm chiseled body. His masculine scent invaded my nostrils, and his shaft poked from his sleeper shorts between my legs. I tried not to move because my alarm had not gone off, and neither had Derrick's. It was also pitch black in the room, so I knew it was maybe six in the morning. With me, who knows? I was thirsty, and I needed to pee something fierce. I looked up and saw the water bottle on the nightstand that Derrick had placed there for me last night. My handsome man is always looking out for me. He knows I often wake up in the middle of the night parched and needing something to drink to sate my thirst. I shifted some, and Derrick tightened his grip on me. I hated to do it, but I slowly got out of bed, and Derrick groaned.

"Mmm...Ember, come back to bed," Derrick murmured.

"I'll be back," I said as I quickly walked to the bathroom.

After relieving myself, I swished some mouthwash in