Instinctively, she snuggled closer in a desperate attempt to let the warmth envelop her. Reality set in, and her eyes flew open. She tried to focus on the white ceiling of the motel room. Looking beside her, her gaze narrowed on the sleeping man. Dark brown hair was slightly ruffled from the many times her fingers plowed through it. His long black lashes rested on high, tanned cheekbones. Flashes of the night before came back in bittersweet time. Words ran through her mind as snapshots replayed over and over. Slut! Tramp! Whore! They all fit, considering her current predicament. Last night, reason had dissolved into a kiss that was hotter than anything she had ever experienced. She didn’t think about things like right and wrong. For once, she allowed herself to give in to the strong desire to do what she felt like doing without thoroughly examining the pros and cons.
