Stacy, the Morning After

Stacy blinked awake, her cheek stuck damply against the soft cotton of a t-shirt that wasn’t hers. Warmth pressed all around her — an arm she’d somehow looped herself into, its hand over her t-shirt covering her breast, a leg tangled with hers. She groaned softly, trying to shift, only to realize there was a dark b...더 읽어보세요