Iyisha woke slowly, the room still dim, her body heavy and sore in that deep way that made her blink twice before she remembered why. She rolled onto her side and froze for a second when her eyes landed on him.
Malcolm was sprawled on his back, one arm thrown above his head, hair mussed, skin warm and unguarded in sleep, and the sight of him hit her harder than she expected. Too good. Almost unfairly so. She stared a beat too long, blinking like she needed to convince herself he was real.
She pushed herself upright and immediately winced.
Something warm slid down her inner thigh.
She froze completely, breath catching, legs locked, the reality of it settling in all at once. With stiff careful steps she made it to the bathroom, cleaned herself up, then sat there longer than necessary, elbows on her knees, head bowed.
No condom.
Again.
