The night was sweltering.
She was covered in a light layer of sweat.
*
By the time Norris Moore woke up, the day was already bright. The blue curtains were tightly drawn, with sunlight spilling onto the floor through the gaps.
She propped herself up on the bed, her body felt soft and weak, and a dreadful head-ache amplified her hangover.
Only when the sheets slipped off her body did she realize her nakedness. She incredulously checked herself as she heard the sound of the door opening.
The casually dressed man walked in with breakfast, placed the purchased soy milk and buns on the coffee table in the room, and casually asked her, "Awake? Come downstairs for breakfast."
Norris Moore pulled the bedsheet up to cover her chest, staring at Trenton Smith not far from her, he was there of all people. Her voice hoarse, she asked, "What are you doing here?"
