Sunlight streamed in through the room at the first crack of dawn.
The curtains weren't drawn, and it allowed a straight path for the golden light to shine on my face. It served as a perfect wakeup call.
I blinked drearily, moving slightly to avoid the light in my eyes, only to realize that there was a weight resting on my body. One look to my side nearly scared the living daylights out of my soul.
Rowan Hadeon was fast asleep. We were sprawled over the rug on the floor, right in the middle of Rowan's office. There were items scattered everywhere, from documents and books to pens and other stationery.
My cunt was pleasantly sore, a reminder of everything that had happened last night. Rowan and I ended up venting all our pent-up sexual frustration on each other's bodies, going at it nearly through the whole night. I had passed out sometime after, but the last I remembered was that I was pressed against the cool glass panel of the window.
