Nolan turned to his side on the bed. His lips curved up remembering what had transpired between him and Leila the previous night. Slowly, he fluttered his eyes open and found out that the other side of the bed was empty.
In fact, he doubted she laid there because of was smoother than his side. He rubbed his face, mostly his forehead as he turned to the window where the ray of the sun passed to have access to the room.
He sat up, placing his back on the headboard of the bed. Again, he rubbed his forehead. He was having a terrible headache. He massaged his forehead for a few minutes before looking around.
"Leila?" he called but no response
He got of the bed and almost immediately he remembered he had asked Leila to do something. The memory he had was that they fucked, intensely. With no end or mercy for either of them but for some reason he was having doubts.
