My Hot Nurse Step Mum 8

Next morning I woke up feeling like I’d been hit by a truck in the best possible way.

Every muscle ached, my back had scratches I could feel when I stretched, and my head was thick with the kind of deep, satisfied exhaustion that only comes from a night you don’t regret.

The house was quiet. Too quiet.

I rolled out of bed, threw on boxers and a T-shirt, and padded downstairs.

Bernice was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter in tiny sleep shorts and a tank top that left nothing to the imagination. Hair messy, coffee mug in hand, scrolling her phone.

She looked up when I walked in and smirked.

“Rough night?” she asked, eyes flicking over the marks on my neck I hadn’t even noticed yet.

I poured myself coffee, but didn’t answer right