Our First Morning
It had been an amazing night, but the late night spent wooing the prettiest girl in the club with terrible dance moves masked by strong libations paled in comparison to the morning that followed. She had invited me over and I had obliged. Her outfit was revealing though not enough to appear overly slutty and had nonetheless remained a permanent fixture of my imagination the entire evening. But all of this paled in comparison to the morning after. I did not wake when she had rolled over into...