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"It was kind of my fault."
    I kept my eyes closed, waiting. I listened for the telltale jingle of a belt buckle, maybe the stomp of his boots. I waited for the creak of the door.
    But instead the bed dipped as he crawled in beside me. I couldn't help the stupid grin that spread over my face and was grateful for the dark that hid it. He sighed and curled his naked body around mine, fitting himself to my shape and pulling the blanket up over us both. I stifled a yawn as he folded his arms around me. He was so warm, so deliciously warm and solid and real, that I was asleep in moments.

Chapter Eight
     
    Crash
     
    I hate waking up. I hate it so much that I avoid it by not sleeping at all.
    This chick on my arm though, she slept like a log, her breath so deep and even that I couldn't help but doze.
    I also couldn't move my arm.
    I wasn't exactly sure why I was staying. Usually when a chick takes me home to fuck me, I make it a point to get the hell out as soon as we were done. I don't like to make things complicated. I'm much better at the fucking than I am at the aftermath.
    But there was the slight problem that I had nowhere else to go.
    I was too fucking wrecked to ride to Florida now. I was fucking cold out there, and Gabi's naked body was so warm.
    Gabi shifted and mumbled in her sleep, rolling to the side so that her perfect tits brushed against my chest. My cock stirred to life, and I briefly contemplated rolling over and taking her again. I didn't think she'd mind. Gabi seemed more than willing to entertain whatever filthy, disgusting thing I could come up with. I tested the edge of her limits last night, I wouldn't mind doing it again.
    But that would mean staying in Lenape, and I wasn't really interested in that.
    There was a bright streetlamp just outside of Gabi's window, and it shone through the slats of the miniblinds, sending tiger stripes across the floral comforter. In the dim light it was almost exactly the same pattern as the one I left in the apartment back in Philadelphia. That was one I stole from some chick, can't even remember her name, but I remember that she was really pissed that I didn't remember her name.
    I don't remember anything, why should that chick think that she was special?
    "Gabi," I whispered as a reminder to myself, and as if she heard me, Gabi shifted in her sleep again, rolling over and freeing my trapped arm. I rolled to my side and flung an arm over her warm, naked body, treating myself to a quick squeeze of her breast. I'm only staying here because I have nowhere else to go, I reminded myself. Gabi I said again, but this time in my head. I need to remember her name, chicks like it when you remember their name.
    I felt sleep creeping in at the edge of my consciousness.  I was too tired to fight it any more.  I've been awake for almost twenty-four hours now, fighting and fucking in equal measure over the course of this insanely long day. This morning I woke up in the clubhouse, confident that today would be the day that I would make things right with the redheaded one. Then all hell broke loose, and everything went to shit, and I needed to get the fuck out of there.
    Her face as she looked at him, she had never looked at me like that . And stupid, stupid Crash didn't realize what was happening until Case bent and kissed her.
    Poor stupid Crash, with his defective brain, but I sure as fuck showed them. Their mouths were all hanging wide-open, they couldn't believe that I would just leave like that. But what the hell did they think I was going to do, stand around and have them all make a joke out of me?
    This was just one more time my life where everything dissolved into a pile of shit and I had to flop around in it for a while before I could make my way again.
    Finding a latte-skinned chick who came like a freight train, well, that was a sign things were looking up already.
    Of all the places in the world I could have returned to, why did it have to be Lenape? Still hadn't figured out