8 am. way too early to wake up after going to bed so late on new year’s eve.
Leyla yawned and slowly got out of bed. While she slowly walked to the bathroom she wondered if Dean would be awake already. Probably not, way too early for him.
Dean was an old friend, crashing her couch for the weekend.
Dean and Leyla always been close but lately she had noticed some kind of tension. He also was the most beautiful man she has ever seen: tall, lean with dark fluffy hair, deep brown eyes and a short, stubbly beard, very visible veins what has always been a big turn on for her. While they were watching movies together the evening before, she had sneakily used his lap to rest her long legs on, tried to keep body contact as close as possible.
Back in the moment, she brushed her teeth, glancing at the mirror. Not too bad for waking up like this. Her shiny dark hair covered her pale curves down to her nipples, light shadows were visible under her big hazel eyes, no wonder after less than 6 hours of sleep. She shook her head and stepped into the shower. Hot, stimulating water was dripping down her shoulders and feet, blowing away her tiredness.