The moon is high in the sky when I wake up. My stomach is growling but I need to go and get clothes for tomorrow. I refuse to do the walk of shame in the morning when everyone’s awake. I’d die of embarrassment if I saw Olivia and I was wearing the same thing I was wearing yesterday.
Looking over at Ethan, I watch as his chest rises and falls with his breathing. I’ll go and get some clothes and maybe whip up a late-night snack for us and be back before he’ll even notice.
Sitting up slowly, I hold my breath as I listen to see if he’s stirring. Ignoring the pain between my legs, I creep towards the edge of the bed.
I throw my legs over the edge, plant my feet firmly on the ground, and pull myself up as gracefully as I can muster.
A light breeze raises goosebumps on my arms, I steal one more glance at Ethan laying in bed, his muscular tanned skin slightly covered by the white bed sheet, his eyes still closed.
