Chapter 22

• Amira
• My body feels heavy, but I feel the softness of the blanket on top of me, I’m a little dazed and groggy probably from not getting a decent nights rest in I don’t know how long but I slowly open my eyes and see the light shining through the blinds in the room so I force my body to roll over and look at the clock on the far wall and see that it is almost one in the afternoon. Damn…I haven’t slept that long since college and I had the hangover from hell, but my body has been through a lot to say the least in the last twenty-four hours but I think I need another shower from the sweat Carter made me work up yesterday.
• Fuck…I should be more angry about that than I really am right now, I feel more angry about not being angry which is just stupid and too atypical woman like, to be angry about not being angry. I scoff slightly and gingerly sit up, fuck my ribs hurt from being in that uncomfortable position for I don’t how many hours so I may have to bite my pride and ask Preston for that favor if they don’t feel better by this evening, and I’m sure Carter will want me to apologize to him which is going to be salty as fuck. I slowly swing my legs off the side of the bed and look at the camera’s in the room and see the flashing red lights so the feed is back on.