Lyta woke up the next morning with her head pounding and her body aching all over. Groggily, she reached forward to rub at her eyes....only to find that she couldn't move her arms. "What in the..." she mumbled, turning her head upwards to see that wrists were handcuffed to the bed posts.
Her first thought is that she's been kidnapped, drugged, and dumped in some strange place with no way of getting out and contacting anyone.
She turned her her head over shoulder, only to see Nick lying in the bed next to her.
It's fuzy, but the night came back to Lyta slowly. The bar. The tequila. The pool game and the bet. Staggering back the motel, followed by what had to be a good few hours of sex. Very good sex, from the looks of it.
Lyta turned her head back to look at the ceiling.
"Oh no."
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