A night of passion left the room filled with lingering desire. The early morning light seeped through the gap in the curtains, casting a gentle glow in the darkened room.
"Mmm..."
A muffled groan came from the bed as a man slowly awoke, his gaze fixating on the arm draped across his chest, clearly startled.
When Martin Riley finally recognized the person lying next to him, he froze for a long moment. Then, with deliberate care, he gently moved Crystal Foster's arm aside and cautiously got out of bed. He stood at the bedside, looking at her and the unmistakable marks on her exposed skin.
Martin pressed his temples, his head still throbbing from the hangover.
Fragments of last night's events flickered through his mind, and the shredded red dress on the floor was a stark reminder of what had transpired.
Silent and contemplative, Martin watched for a while before turning and heading to the bathroom.
