033 That Summer

Evelyn woke up in a very comfortable bed, alone.

Someone cleaned her body after the mess from last night, and with a lazy yawning, she stretched her body comfortably under the warm sunlight, which only shone up to her neck because the curtain was so considerately opened so that it wouldn't shine directely into her eyes.

Started as a mess, last night turned out to be wonderful, all except her sour legs. Evelyn sat up on the bed with her knees in her chest, couldn't help but lingering on the taste of Raymond.

Though she enjoyed their first night, last night was ten times better. The only pity was, she was half conscious and couldn't remember most of it.

All she found in her memory was her unsatisfiying craving and the overwhelming pleasure.

A glare from the nightstand caught Evelyn's attention, and she realized it was her phone. It was a text. What was surprising was that someone turned her phone into silent mode.

Frowned with confusion, Evelyn took her phone, and then understood R