-Kathrine Andrews: ( Song of the Chapter: if you think I'm pretty by Artemas)
The sunlight was the first thing to pull me from sleep, its annoying glare cutting through the curtains and hitting my face like it had a personal vendetta.
I groaned, burying my face in the pillow in a futile attempt to escape the morning air that was creeping into the room.
But no matter how much I tried, I couldn't go back to sleep.
As I shifted, ready to turn over and maybe grab my phone to check the time, I froze. There was something heavy—warm and heavy—pressing against my stomach and pelvic area.
Confused, I blinked my eyes open, still groggy, and looked around. My phone was nowhere in sight, but when my gaze dropped down to my body, my breath hitched.
There she was. Glyndon.
Glyndon, of all people. The girl who hated me more than anyone else. The girl who spat fire whenever my name came up.
And yet, there she was, lying between my legs, her face resting right on my fucking vagina.
