Deja Vu

Kristo

I woke up on that Tuesday morning with a pounding headache and a woman in my bed. It would have been déjà vu, were it not for the fact that I could actually remember the night before and was happy to see this woman lying next to me. I brushed my fingers over her back, grinning, remembering what we’d gotten up to the night before. She might not have been as wild as me yet, but she was sure as hell getting there. And I was more than happy to be her guide on her path to complete debauchery.

Her eyes fluttered open, and her gaze met mine. Then, she grinned and snuggled into the sheets.

“Hey,” she greeted me, and I planted a kiss on her temple.

“Hey,” I replied. She moved toward me and cuddled into my chest, holding me tight.

“It’s so nice to wake up next to you,” she confessed as though she was sharing a dirty secret, as though the two of us hadn’t swapped “I love yous” for the first time the night before.

“It really is,” I agreed. “I mean, for you. I can’t imagine how nice it is t