Stepping through my front door, I glance up at the sun-shaped clock hanging on the wall above my little workstation and sigh. I should’ve packed before I left for dinner, but I’m a procrastinator at heart, so it’s no surprise I didn’t. So now I need to pack before I drop onto my bed and relive everything that just happened.
As I climb the stairs, my muscles twinge.
It’s been a bit since I’ve slept with anyone, but I have. I’m not a virgin. But that—I try my best to clench my pelvic floor muscles as I hurry up the last few steps—was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
Turning, I head straight into my bathroom.
The shower turns on with a hiss of water, and I let it warm up while I strip off what remains of my clothing.
I glance out the bathroom door, toward my bedroom, toward the windows that look out over Hans’s house.
Is he showering me off his body right now? Or is he already in that comfortable bed of his, falling asleep?
