My head was splitting open. That was the first thing I knew before I even opened my eyes.The second thing I knew was that this bed was not mine.The sheets smelled like cedar and whiskey and something deep, something primal that made my stomach flip in a way I could not explain. I pressed my palm against my forehead and forced my eyes open, wincing at the pale morning light pouring through unfamiliar curtains. A hotel room. Expensive, from the look of it. Crystal chandelier overhead, marble side tables, a minibar glowing soft blue in the corner.I tried to sit up, but a heavy weight pinned me down.My heart stopped.There was an arm draped across my waist. A thick, muscular, very naked arm. And behind me, pressed warm against my back, was the slow, steady breathing of someone still deep in sleep.Oh no. Oh no, no, no.I held my breath and turned my head inch by inch, terrified of what I would find. The blanket covered most of him, but I could see the broad line of his shoulders, the
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