With a grunt, Jack levered himself out of bed. He was a little tender in places, but it was a good tender, like the type you get after a satisfying workout. And fuck, it had been satisfying. Not satisfying enough that he didn’t want more, though.

He didn’t bother to shower, just pulled on his clothes from last night and raked his hands through his hair to tame it. He rubbed his face and decided he should at least brush his teeth. No one liked morning breath, no matter what movies and books tried to tell him.

Teeth brushed and minty fresh, Jack exited his apartment, crossed the hall, and...