BOOK THREE: FRAGILE ILLUSION

I realize the second I finish that I have no idea what this chick's name is. Did we talk about names? Or did we just walk back to her apartment last night? I don't usually stay over, but I was completely exhausted after our acrobatic routine in her living room, her hallway, and her bed. And then she was down for an encore this morning…so here I am.

"Fuck," I shout, looking at her clock radio. "Is that the right time?"

She ...