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It’s the last thing I see before I pass out.
Chapter 6
Sophie
The room is dimlylit as I open my eyes and squint at the bedside clock. 7AM. I blink before letting my eyelids fall closed again. My head is surprisingly clear, considering I had more than I usually drink last night. I’m sure I wasn’t that drunk. Although, my eyes pop wide and I glance down at the large white shirt I’m wearing.
A man’s shirt.
“What the hell?” I throw the covers back, revealing the rest of my body. The shirt comes down over my hips and my legs are bare. My underwear is on beneath it, so that’s something.
I rake a hand back through my nest of tangled hair, heat flaring across the back of my neck as a figure sitting in the armchair facing the foot of the bed clears their throat.
“Sleep well?”
“God!” I shriek and reach out to hit the switch beside the bed, expecting the bedside lamp to turn on. Instead, a gentle whir begins as the drapes slide open.
The sunlight creeps across the room in slow motion, illuminating him inch by inch, starting at his feet, up over his black suit pants, then higher, over a chest that’s broad, defined, andsmooth, like it’s been sculpted from marble. Then finally, to his face. To that dark, shadowed jawline, dark hair with a curl to it, and those cool blue eyes.
Watching me.
I stare at him as he regards me calmly, leaning back against the chair, relaxed and comfortable.
“You’ve been here all night,” I state.
He steeples his fingers in front of his face and presses them against his lips. “You’d had a lot to drink. I wasn’t about to leave you.” His eyes slide to the fresh orange juice and bottle of painkillers on the bedside table.
I give him a questioning look.
“I got them last night. After I assured your friend I’d brought you to your room safely and would keep an eye on you.”
My usual retort at being handled like a child dies on the tip of my tongue as it’s replaced with curiosity.
“Halliday knew you were coming back here?”
“She said my aura wasn’t concerning.” Amusement laces his tone.
“Figures,” I mutter.
My best friend trusts an almost stranger due to a ‘feeling’. A stranger who somehow undressed me. I stare at my clothing and then snap my eyes back up to his face. “I’m wearing your shirt.”
“You threw your dress off and needed something to sleep in. I turned the lights off and didn’t look,” he says matter-of-factly.
“Oh. That makes it okay, then?” I snort.
He ignores me and pulls his shoes across the carpet toward him.
“What are you doing?”
He looks up at me from beneath thick, dark brows, and the curve of his muscular shoulders tighten as he pauses.
“You can’t leave without your shirt.” I shuffle on the bed as I accept the growing heat between my legs at the sight of him half naked in front of me for what it is.
Lust.
He takes his hand back from his shoes and sits back into the chair once more. “Then I’ll stay while you shower.”
“Fine.” I glance at his chest again before I swing my legs out of the bed. The heat of his gaze burns into me as I reach for the pills and then put the bottle down without taking any. I’m lucky; I don’t usually suffer with hangovers. Still, the thought that he got these especially for me last night brings warmth to my chest.
