Brent

A silly song wakes me up. I know it's a ringtone, but the music is nothing I'd ever listen to—even on a bad road trip. When the music stops, my mind suddenly connects to another moment: making love to Vanessa.

I rest on my stomach. Memories of last night flood back to me, making me hard.

"Yes, I'm sorry I didn't answer last night," Vanessa says, "I didn't hear—um, is something wrong?"

I open my eyes when the bed dips, and I lose the bedsheet covering ...