My Pretty Dirty Kitten
Every time I close my eyes, I’m right back there, caught in the heat of it, stuck on the fact that none of it actually happened.
All of it had been a dream.
One hot, smoky dream.
I groan and throw the covers aside, frustration crawling under my skin. Lying here isn’t helping, and neither is pretending my brain will magically behave if I give it another minute.
I pad my way to the bathroom, the floor cool under my feet.
I catch my reflection in the mirror and frown, puffy eyes, pale skin, curls fuzzy and doing their own thing like they had a wild night without me. I lean closer, squinting looking for a sign that I wasn't going crazy, a hickey maybe.