Abigail
"Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead!"
I groaned, burying my face deeper into my pillow. Memories of last night ran through my head and my toes curled just from remembering the pleasure. God, it had been worth it though. Finnegan was a freaking beast.
"Wake upppp," Annette drawled, tugging at my bedsheets.
"Go away, Annie," I mumbled, pulling it against me.
"Nope!" The mattress dipped as Annette bounced onto the bed. "It's past noon, babe. You've been dead to the world for like twelve hours."
Twelve hours? What the hell?
I peeked at the room with one eye open. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, way too bright for my liking.
"What time did you get home?" I asked, my voice husky with sleep.
Annette laughed. "Around eight this morning. You passed out cold. Like, I had to check if you were still breathing." She poked my shoulder. "Last night was that good, huh?"
