Waking up, he lets his eyes adjust to the blinding morning sun. Seeing the strange beige walls and red drapes he was confused at first; the redhead in his arms reminds him that he was out last night.
Carefully unlocking himself from her torso and arms, Jack sneakily slipped from beneath the covers unnoticed, as she simply turned over, showing her rather cute face.
What a nice little button nose, and that mouth with those, soft, tender, pink lips...
He should've been looking where he was walking, rather than admiring the sleeping beauty, because he slipped on last night's used ****** and crashed to the floor. Gross! And he bruised his hip. Insult and injury! And that definitely woke her up. So much for a silent exit...

Jumping from the crash, Savannah sits up immediately and let's out a quick, ear-bleeding yelp of surprise at the man scrambling up off the floor. Seeing his face, she lets out a sigh of relief. "JACK! Don't scare me!" She throws off the covers from her, revealing her small ******* and straight shaped body. She picks up and tosses Jack's pants across the floor, winking at him and mouthing the words, "don't go", as she walks to her closet to get fresh clothes. "I'll be taking a shower before I make breakfast." She turns and looks at Jack, grinning, "Feel free to join, if you want. Oh, and, no ******. I'd hate for you to fall down." she teasingly says as she gives a seductive look behind her, and a soft rub on her rear...

"Yeah, I'll be there in a second." I walk over to pick up my pants, and other clothes strewn about. I'm not feeling it, right now. I really enjoyed how this girl loved last night. Very attractive and skilled. But I'm not going to stick around for seconds. I have a sick feeling in my gut and it's like my heart is shattering. I grab up my phone and keys and step into the hall and sneak down the stairs, keeping an eye out for used condoms. I hear, barely, her asking if I was coming in yet. I stop, and let out a sigh. I step up the stairs, then stop... I turn around and write a note on the refrigerator door. I head out, eyes in tears for reasons unknown to me and I drive home...

*I'm tired of just ***.
I'm not that kind of man, anymore.
You were a great one night stand.
Sorry