Meredith woke up on Sunday, the day after her event, sore. She sighed and blinked in the world. Her lips felt raw and swollen. She gently touched her bottom lip with her finger and winced. Meredith felt like she had been steam plowed.
Her whole body felt sore and spent like she needed to rest for days. She had been so tired and stressed worrying about the event that she was beyond exhausted but the elevator god had claimed her and she got very little sleep.
She could feel his warmth enveloping her and his scent caressed her. She was lulled and felt like staying wrapped in him like that forever but she remembered something she was told by so many the night before.
Taylor had told her, "Don't let him get away with whatever it is just because he's a David." Meredith's father-in-law even told her something similar, "Don't that spoiled son of mine get away with anything."
