–Deanne–
Pins and needles pricked at my skull. I turned slowly to my left, my whole body aching like I'd been hit by a truck. Probably because I did beat someone up last night? I groaned and snuggled deeper into the pillows—
Except they weren't pillows.
They were warm. Human.
I jolted upright, head spinning. My eyes locked onto the naked man next to me, covered in bruises and hugging his chest like he'd just survived a war—or worse.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I hissed, exhaling sharply.
"Girl, you're the one who forced yourself on me."
I glanced down at myself. Fully clothed. No soreness. No signs of… trauma.
I reached for my head, wincing. Caine handed me a bottle of water, which I gratefully chugged.
And that's when I noticed it—his honey-toned, muscular body, riddled with red and purple bruises. Bite marks on his arms. His chest looked like a crime scene.
"Wait," I mumbled, squinting. "Did you fuck someone in this room?"
