The next morning, the clear sunshine streamed with all its warmth through the window into the room. Blanca rolled round and opened her eyes. She rubbed her sleep-clogged eyes and stretched. She felt dull aches in every part of her body. When she remembered what had happened last night, her cheeks were flushed.
She looked around and found Matthew wasn’t in the room. She felt a little let down. She had had sex with Matthew last night and it was kind of a big deal for her, but it looked like there was no difference to Matthew. The thought gave her no pleasure at all. When Blanca pulled away the cover and got up, she found bloodstain on the sheet. She stood frozen, bewildered.
“Are you awake?” said Matthew’s voice behind Blanca. She turned and saw Matthew standing in the doorway in a towel. Strands of thick black hair, still wet, stuck to his forehead. He was sexy now and his seriousness and arrogance were gone.
“Why aren’t you wearing clothes?” Blanca shut her eyes when she saw Matthew’s bare body. She had never seen him like this before.
“I just took a shower,” Matthew answered.