Home.

You wished getting home meant peace and quiet. But your room was next to Mike, and if the girl was being honest with him; he was doing an amazing job. And credit where it's due, so was she. But it meant that for the life of you you could not stop thinking about sex, about James, _both of them, _let alone get to sleep. You haven't even undressed yet.

You go to your ensuite and check yourself in the mirror; still look great, but your lipstick is smeared somewhat. Your hair is a mess, but that's your look. _Did you want him to have you? Did you want to tell him no? _Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door; do people know when it's too late to knock in the south? Rude. You go to answer.