(Olivia)
I woke up with a dull ache in my body, a reminder of the wild night I’d just shared with Derek.
The soft sheets felt cool against my skin, but I didn’t want to leave the comfort of the bed just yet. Derek was already up, moving around the room, pulling on his clothes in front of the mirror. I watched him, my head still sinking into the pillow, feeling too tired to get up.
“Derek,” I called out softly, my voice still a little raspy from sleep and the screams from when Derek f****d me over and over. He glanced at me, adjusting his tie, his eyes lighting up when he saw I was awake.
“Morning,” He said, walking over to the edge of the bed and leaning down to give me a quick kiss on the forehead.
“I don’t think I can make it through the day,” I admitted, stretching under the cover
