After the chaotic night at the bar, Kathrine finally woke up and the first thing she registered was warmth and the second was the unmistakable feeling of being caged in a strong pair of arms.
Her eyes flew open. Her head shot to the side, breath catching sharply in her throat—only for it to escape a second later when recognition settled in.
'Oh. It's Ethan.'
Relief washed over her in a slow, dizzy wave. His arm was draped securely around her waist, his breathing steady and calm, his face relaxed in sleep in a way she rarely got to see.
But the relief didn't last.
Another realization crashed into her like a delayed wave.
The bar, drinks, crying. Clinging to Anna and most importantly she accusing Ethan of being a kidnapper.
Her stomach twisted. Bits and pieces floated back, disjointed and blurry.
Kathrine remembered Ethan's voice, steady even when she wasn't. Remembered him bringing her here. Remembered his hands careful, never crossing a line.
'Did something happen?'
