She feels him stir. He's awake now. Finally. She feigns sleep. She needs privacy for her thoughts.

He's probably figured out what happened. He may not remember, but one thing he's not is stupid. He's smart enough to piece together last night. She's left enough clues.

Is he too smart though?
Is he smarter than she gave him credit for?
Will he find the missing piece to this puzzle?
Will he know her secret?
Will he actually remember?
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In bed, naked.
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A Virgin.