Cotton

Usually, Brandy found Matt’s snore annoying. Today, however, the sound pleased her to no end. It meant the knockout drops she’d put into his soda had worked. For a moment, she simply gazed at his sleeping face. But time was wasting, and she had a lot to do to get him ready. “You know,” she said, pulling Matt from the couch and stretching him out on the floor, “this is all your fault, and I intend to remind you of that fact later.” Carefully, she removed his clothing before rushing into the bedroom and returning with a rather large bag. “After all, you did start this.” ...