Collapsed facedown on the bed, Garcia was snoring into the pillow. One of his long legs was thrown carelessly across her body. What would he think of her after last night? What did she think of herself? Sex had a way of ruining more things than it fixed.Stirring and mumbling, he flipped onto his back. “Cat?”“Yeah?” She held her breath, waiting for him to blurt something about how they’d made a massive mistake. Their careers were in jeopardy. It can never happen again. The sky was falling. Their world had turned to shit.Instead, he rolled on top of her and buried his mouth in the crook of her neck. “Good morning,” he said against her skin.“Good morning,” she said softly.“That was fun last night,” he said, lifting his face off her neck.She smiled at him; he looked like a sleepy puppy “You hungry?”“Yeah, I am.” He pushed her legs apart with his thighs.She inhaled sharply. “Wait…”“I’m sorry,” he stammered. “I hurt you. I’m …”She pressed against his lower back, holding him where he was.
