The next morning when I woke, there is another warm body in my bed beside me that wasn't there when I passed out. Rolling to my side, I take in the relaxed lines of Kaden's face while he drools on my body pillow still dressed in his clothes from the show last night.
The warm air in my room is tinged with the smell of sweat and whiskey, and it only takes me a single whiff to realize that both are coming from him.
Throwing the blankets back on my bed, I kick my legs to the side before letting my toes sink into the plush carpet. As I circle around the other side of my bed I see that he at least had enough sense to take off his shoes, so there's that.
I stumble into my kitchen filled with the half-light of mid-morning and hear the telling voice of Tyra Banks as America's Next Top Model booms from the television in the living room.
