Benard woke up with a strong headache. He held his forehead as he stirred in the bed. The ceiling felt different. He frowned. But when he tried to move, he felt her presence. He was not alone on the bed.
He titled his head and found a young woman entangled in his arms. She had her hands wrapped around his waist. A look of disgust filled him when he remembered the event of last night.
But when he looked at her face, he paused. But it was only momentarily. He pushed her away and stood up only to notice a trace of blood on the mattress. He was her first! Forget it! She was not nora. Now that he was sober, he knew that it was only a slight resemblance.
Her haircut and her eyes looked similar. She had a similar figure but she was not Nora.
