The first thing she noticed was the throbbing in her head, and the next was the gentle feeling of the sheets against her naked skin. Slowly, she raised her eyes, her heart beating fast in her chest when she understood where she was.
Nicholas Grey's bedroom.
Her heart raced faster. She wasn't completely dressed, with only a bit of thin material covering her shoulders, and the rest of her clothes were scattered on the floor like thrown paper.
She gasped loudly.
Oh my God.
She yelled as she pulled the sheets closer and closer, like they would instantly undo what she thought had been done.
She pulled the sheets up higher, holding them like a protection. Memories of yesterday returned in pieces, the wine, his happy sound, the kiss that had taken away all of her senses and after that… nothing.
Everything was so unclear.
She stared at the ceiling and everything around her. His room was surprisingly simple.
One would expect he had one more luxurious type.
