What the hell had he gotten himself into?

He lay in the dark with Anissa cuddled up on his chest, warm, soft and smelling of sex. Her long curls trailed all over them both, all over the bed. He picked one up with the hand that wasn't cradling her head and played with it. What was he doing here? Besides the obvious stupidity of falling in love. It was too late to do anything about that. He figured he'd fallen for her in his dreams long before he'd even opened the damn box. ...