When Zoë woke up, the clock read twelve forty. She could feel Michael’s arm and leg on her, his flaccid dick sticking to her leg. She groaned and tried to stretch, then winced at the pain in her hips. She started to wonder why then remembered the blur that had their reunion and smiled. Then winced at the pain in her ass. She got up and stretched despite the pain. Then she walked, carefully, toward the door. She turned back and looked at Michael, stretched out in all his glory on the bed and twitching animatedly. For a moment she just looked at him and remembered it all from that weird moment at lunch last Friday to the crazed session they’d had just this morning. She found herself blushing at the thought. Then she spun around and walked toward the shower. In her leisure she didn’t notice the guest she entertained, watching from just on the other side of the window.

As Zoë turned on the water and placed the curtain, she felt the mirror calling to her. But even as it called she heard Michael, echoing through her head.

You know you look beautiful… why do you have to check?

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