My body felt half dead the next morning. One of these days, I’m going to get used to the after effects of having rough sex with Hayden; however, that day wasn’t going to be today. My body felt so sore that I could hardly move without wincing slightly at the pain. My head hit the soft pillow again as I quickly gave up on the idea of getting up from the bed.
Hayden was already awake by the time that my eyes had opened this morning. I could tell without asking that he was in a splendid mood. His blue eyes seemed to shine brighter than usual, and he had a smug smile on his lips almost all the time. Despite his injuries, I could also tell that Hayden did not suffer from any physical damages from our session last night. Our bodies were clearly not made equal.
“What’s the most expensive painting that you’ve ever sold?” he asked suddenly, catching me completely off guard.
“Around 800 dollars,” I replied after some thought.
