Rain's POV:
"Baby, come on, wake up." The voice was a low, resonant rumble that seemed to vibrate straight through the leather of the couch and into my bones, dragging me upward from the depths of a heavy, dreamless slumber.
I tried to peel my eyelids back, but they felt like they'd been sealed with lead.
My entire body was a map of delicious aches—every muscle felt pulled, used, and twisted in ways that made me want to purr and whimper at the same time.
I felt heavy, anchored to the cushions by the sheer exhaustion of the night we'd shared.
When my vision finally cleared, I saw Danny. He was bent over me, his silhouette cutting a sharp, imposing frame against the morning light.
"Why aren't you in bed with me?" I rasped, my voice sounding like broken glass. I reached up, my fingers searching for the familiar grit of his stubble, but my breath hitched when I touched him. His face was smooth—shaved clean—and my eyes widened as I took him in.
He looked... different.
