I blinked my eyes open, tried tears and drool gathered on my freshly washed pillow. I hadn't slept that well in a while. This might be the best sleep I've ever had. Sort of ironic since I slept with the man who'd been giving me nightmares and wet dreams alike - Alex.
I'd once asked Tony what his name was the day after the bachelor party, but Tony said the client wanted his name to be anonymous. But for Alex to so bluntly mention his name to me felt oddly... nervewracking.
What was he going to do now that I knew his name? Of what he looked like and of what he did.
Abuela's words resonated with me--"Las rosas más hermosas crecen de los espinos más afilados." The most beautiful roses grow from the sharpest thorns.
