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It was just past noon when John Tyler woke the next morning. His head was pounding and he couldn’t collect his thoughts. There was a foul taste in his mouth and an unpleasant twinge in his gut. He shifted his hips in an effort to relax and realized he was naked under the sheet, not wearing the boxers he typically slept in. There was something else, something he hadn’t felt in a while, the warm tingle of another body close by, sharing the bed with him. He rolled over and found Ashkim next to him. Without touching her he knew she was naked as well. Her eyes opened, and she stared deep into his.

It had been a long time since something like this last happened to John, and never with someone that he was pleased to wake up next to. Trying to think back, he realized he couldn’t remember anything after he and Ashkim came up to the bedroom.

He returned the smile then looked over into the wastebasket beside his bed. There was nothing inside. He quickly scanned the floor, hoping to see a condom tossed carelessly aside, but found nothing. The knot in his gut twisted tight. He turned back to Ashkim, who lay quietly watching him with her ethereal violet eyes.

“Ashkim,” he paused, trying to find the right way to ask, “Did we use protection last night?”

“Protection? We haven’t done anything.” Her smile broadened, showing her pure white teeth. “Not yet, at least.”

“But we’re both…”

Ashkim sat up, and the sheets fell to her hips. She made no move to cover herself. “Of course you’re undressed,” she said. “You don’t sleep in your clothes, do you?”

John stared at Ashkim. He had never before seen a woman as perfectly formed as she. Ashkim continued, unmindful of the fact that John no longer looked her in the eyes. “Someone was already asleep on the sofa downstairs and, to be honest, I don’t like sleeping on the floor. I hope you don’t mind me sleeping in the bed with you.”

John caught himself before Ashkim finished speaking, and he tore his eyes away from her chest. “No, no, I don’t mind,” he said weakly. He had never felt so out of control before in his life. He grabbed a pillow to cover himself with and, murmuring “Excuse me,” he ran off to the bathroom, leaving the naked and slightly confused woman sitting in his bed.

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