My Options

Annabella's POV

I woke up to a ray of the sunlight steadily streaming through the slightly ajar curtain.

Where am I?

For a second, I thought I was back in Roland's apartment. He had promised me the bed while he took the couch. I hated the thought of inconveniencing him, but he assured me it was OK.

I let out a sigh and shifted, nuzzling back into the pillow. But then I paused. The softness I expected wasn't there.

This wasn't a pillow.

It was hard, though surprisingly, not uncomfortable. It was warm and moved, with a steady, even rhythm. Up and down.

I lifted my head slowly, skeptical, as I sought to get a better look. It was a very shirtless chest, muscularly defined and divinely sculpted.

My eyes trailed from his chest to his face, and I instantly gasped.

It was Kain.

Suddenly, everything from last night barged through my brain like a flood– from the hallway, all the way to how we ended up on the bed.

My eyes widened with the recognition it had given my virginity up to some random st