Her phone rang in the early hours of the morning, its sharp trill breaking the calm, unforgivingly pulling her from the best dream she'd had in ages.
Only, as her eyes fluttered open and the pale morning light filtered through the curtains, reality struck hard and fast, it wasn't a dream.
Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she registered the feel of her bare skin beneath the sheets, heat pooling in her belly as the remnants of last night surged back to her.
The phone screen blinked, Leah's texts bright against the darkness of the room.
The trip to Dubai had been postponed until after Thanksgiving. Thankfully, since her antisocial self needed a break.
Frida groaned, dropping her phone onto the bed and clutching the sheets tighter against her chest.
Her hair was a tangled mess, her lips swollen and slightly sore from the constant nibbling she'd done to stifle her moans.
She glanced at the sheer white curtains swaying gently by the window.
