Aaron

I woke up in the morning with a crick in my lower back, lying on an ancient recliner covered in knots and rips. The cushions barely gave under me anymore. I would rather sleep on a nice soft bed next to a pretty redhead than in this decrepit old chair, but it was all I had. I smirked at my own ridiculous thought.

I wondered how much of last night she remembered. Probably forgot everything, I sighed.

I decided to go check on her. Jane went to work, and Jake had a ...