Liz woke up while holding onto a firm body.
She has an oversized bolster pillow in her New York apartment which she hugs to sleep, and in her half-asleep state she wondered, when did she get it to Seattle? Or did she buy a new one?
'Mmm… it does not matter', she thought while wrapping her legs around her bolster and pulling herself to stick to it closely while taking in a satisfied deep breath. 'It's nice and firm and warm and it smells like… Max?'
Her eyes sprang open and she realized that her head is resting on a muscular chest. It is nice and firm and it smells good and… naked!? Just how did she end up in this position?
In panic, Liz scrambled and used her legs to kick out the 'unknown bolster' out of her bed.
"Oww!", Max exclaimed drowsily when he hit the floor hard. "What the…?"
Liz checked herself and exhaled in relief at the realization that she is fully clothed under the cover. The same clothes she was wearing last night.
