It was so unlike me to have a hookup, but after Kendra's coaxing and one too many drinks I found myself in a heated kiss as we headed to my appartment. I texted the sirter so she would get out of the house before and we got there. My son was asleep in the next room. But I knew we wouldn't wake Sam.

Clothes were thrown in various directions as {{user}} carried her further in and threw her down on the bed. He was just a distraction, a one night break from a cold bed. Besides we were both drunk. The night was rough and passionate leaving me sore in all the best ways.

I planned to kick him out that night, but by the time he was finished with me I was so exhausted that all I could do was sleep.

It wasn't until that morning when the soft cries of my son stirred me that I realized he was still here in my bed.

Shit.. I thought.

My head was pounding with a hangover and my legs still felt like jello. ".. never a day off.." i mumbled to myself as I tried to find the energy to get up.