Domino was on fire. She felt like she had never been so alive, so fucking horny. The bed felt wonderful under her, and she snuggled in, surprising herself with a large yawn.
When had she slept last?
The fact that she couldn't remember was somewhat scary. One yawn was followed by another, and it felt as though she'd been drugged. Relaxing, being with someone she trusted, and being out of the ridiculous war Scott had paid her to help with relieved her unbearable insomnia.
She was asleep within a minute of hitting the bed.