You get what you paid for, which is an idiom for a reason. Oh boy, did Alec give me what I paid for last night. I was sore. Everywhere.
As soon as I sat up, I was ready to beg Alec to carry me to the bathroom, but then I remembered what happened when he carried me to the shower last night and stayed in there with me.
I'd die if we tried that stunt again so soon. I glanced over at Alec. His eyes opened. He reached for me again. Adrenaline kicked in long enough for me to dart to the bathroom and out of harm's way. I locked the door.
Alec's chuckle filtered in. I gritted my teeth and swore. I should get even with him, and probably would, but not until I was up for the backlash.
Toilet, shower, and toothbrush helped immensely with my misery. I would be okay. All I had to do was survive the next hour or so until Alec left for work. After that, I could escape to my home office and die quietly in front of my computer.
