This could not be happening. This truly could not be happening.
This was the only thought that kept repeating inside Jules's head. She stared at the ceiling, trying to ignore the ache between her legs. Never had she slept with a man who hadn't courted her before, and never had she thrown herself in the arms of a man before. Much less passing out after the man went down and dirty with her, and she had certainly not slept in a stranger's bed for an entire day.
Jules turned her head and looked at the sun that was setting in the west and wondered just what had got into her. She must be tired; that must be it. There was no way she fainted after getting her insides rearranged.
The thought alone was enough to make her face burn with embarrassment. She pulled the blanket to her face and started rolling on the bed. She wished the floor would just split in half and swallow her whole; that way, she didn't have to face what she needed to face in a few minutes.
