As soon as we stepped onto the bus, I headed straight for the back, then I face planted the bed. I was exhausted, and it was already almost three in the morning.
Zach chuckled as he removed the boots from my feet, then he climbed onto the bed a minute or so later. After he pulled the blanket over us, he leaned over and playfully mumbled, "I guess that spanking is gonna have to wait."
"Yep," was all I could muster for a response, then I mumbled, "Goodnight."
"Goodnight, kitten," he murmured before he placed a soft kiss on my temple.
That was the last thing I remembered when I woke up the next morning. I was still laying on my stomach, and I had a stream of drool that ran from the corner of my lips to my pillow. I couldn't remember feeling that exhausted in a lo
