15 A nuclear bomb

Date = 5 April

Place = San Francisco

POV - Aria

I blink a few times to acclimate my eyes to the bright sunlight streaming directly onto my face through the open drapes. What time is it? I grab my phone from the bedstand and look at the time; 11:34. Wow, I can’t remember when last I slept this late. But then again, we humped like bunnies right through the night … only falling asleep after daybreak somewhere.

I breathe deeply, stretching myself out under the silky blanket, memories of last night cascading over my used body to settle warmly in my heart.

Clothes are scattered around the room; only mine. Wrapping the blanket around my shoulders, I quietly patter to the sounds coming from somewhere in the house, most probably the kitchen. Maybe Enrique is making us a very late breakfast; he’s a super good cook and we didn’t get to eat last night. My tummy rumbles in suspense. Yeah, I’m a little famished … we burned loads of energy and it’s time to refuel.

I pause; the only evidence of