The private room was bathed in the soft glow of morning light filtering through the heavy curtains, a quiet contrast to the wild, neon-lit chaos of the club the night before.
I stepped out of the small bathroom, the clack of the door echoing softly as I emerged, a towel wrapped snugly around my chest, barely covering my thighs. My long dark hair was damp, clinging to my shoulders, the hot shower having washed away the sweat and heat of the night with Sonny, though my body still tingled with the memory of his touch. The air felt cool against my skin, and I kept my eyes down, casually wiping my legs on the mat by the door, trying to shake off the lingering thrill of the morning.
