"Fuck…"
The morning sun hit Nikki's face and she groaned, trying to roll over, but her body sent an immediate, sharp letter of resignation. Her hips felt like they had been unhinged and put back together by an amateur carpenter.
Her inner thighs throbbed with a dull, heavy ache that was simultaneously a badge of honor and a logistical nightmare.
"Regret," Nikki mumbled into the pillow. "I feel nothing but regret."
"That is biologically inaccurate," a deep, amused voice rumbled from above. "My sensors indicate you are currently feeling significant muscle fatigue, lactic acid buildup, and a localized soreness in the pelvic region. I think you got what you deserve."
Nikki cracked one eye open.
Adonis was standing by the bed, fully dressed in his pristine white General's uniform. He looked infuriatingly fresh. His hair was slicked back, his gold epaulets gleamed, and he was holding a steaming mug of something that smelled like heaven (coffee).
