I come with Gigi back in my penthouse at the wee morning hours. She passes out in the guest room as soon as she hits the bed and I close the door behind me when I make sure she is okay.
I myself I am feeling a bit tipsy. I walk to the open kitchen and take a glass of water, as I lean on the counter, the space so quiet.
"Did you have a good time?"
I jump out of my skin. The glass I was holding falls on the floor and shatters, as I turn around, reaching for the gun underneath the counter.
"It's me, don't shoot," he raises his arms and comes out of the shadows.
I still hadn't switched on the lights preferring the comforting moonlight.
"Cory, what are you doing here?" I ask him as I return the gun back to where it was and look at me feet. I have stepped on the shards of glass and now my feet are bleeding.
