Jake Peralta did not have any idea about the night before because it all felt like one big dream to him. He was pretty sure that he was in his bed all alone, naked only because he was too emotionally exhausted to actually wear his boxers after a shower. Nope, there was nobody lying next to him, much less Amy Santiago. At this moment, if he opened his eyes, he would see that he was alone.
Sadly, that was not to be. He opened his eyes to see a seductress staring right back at him, not that he was staring at her. Oh who was he kidding, he was totally staring at Amy Santiago who was looking at him with inviting eyes and a smirk on those delectable lips of hers. He didn't know when his jaw dropped down but he realized his mouth was open when the devil started kissing with loads of tongue action. He couldn't help but kiss her back because obviously, he was still asleep and he could do anything he wanted to in his dreams even though he had never dreamed so vividly in all these years.
His first clue that this was not a dream was the fact that the blanket was not white but rather was pitch black.
His second clue was when his lips started hurting after the devil of his dreams bit him.
By the time he realized that this was all real and he wasn't drunk, Amy had already gone back to her side of the bed and was still smirking at him when he laid back down, his jaw once again wide open.
Amy Santiago was in his bed with no clothes on and was not running away from him. If that wasn't the shock of the century, Jake didn't know what was. By the look on her face, he could only assume she was drunk. They'd been partners for so long but the sheer look on her face sent shivers down his spine considering he'd never seen her look so confident.
He'd also pretty much lost all his sex-based leverages on her because:
a) She was not a virgin.
b) The woman was good in bed so that ruled out all of his sex tape jokes.
Being Santiago's partner just became a whole lot tougher for Peralta.
