Morning after

Anna stirred in the bed. The sheet lay barely covering her bottom, her breasts pushed tight against a hard wall. Her arms strewn across something large. Then she realized it was not a wall at all, it was him. He was holding her in a comforting yet fortified embrace. She didn't want to look to see if he was awake, she knew she must look like a train wreck. She wondered how she could get herself out of his arms to tidy up and pee. She slowly started to slide down the bed, his arms giving slightly when she thought she was free she tried to put her feet on the floor. She miscalculated though and ended up hitting her ass on the cold wood.

She didn't move, hoping he was not awake from the large thud she'd made. When she heard nothing she got up and went to the bathroom, her hair was everywhere, like she had teased it for an emo event. Brushing it down she spotted a soft bruise in her neck. Shit, is that a hickey? She decided to brush her hair over it. She peed and then found a spare toothbru