Somewhere above her, a man cleared his throat. She opened her eyes again, letting them adjust to the dim room. Sean stared down at her, a pained expression on his face. She blinked and shifted again, feeling the soft rub of the blanket on her bare stomach. Suddenly, she froze. Bare stomach? Was she naked? She glanced down at her chest, horrified to see her bare breasts peeking out of the blanket. She grabbed the blanket and pulled it all the way up to her shoulders. Sean made a low sound in his throat—it almost sounded like a laugh. She looked up at him, but his face was serious and dark.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
Her mouth felt dry and fuzzy, " Thirsty."
He shifted beneath her and grabbed a glass of water from the nightstand. Cradling her head like a baby, he held the water to her lips and helped her drink. Slowly, she sipped the cool water.
"Better?" he asked.
"Mhmm," he said.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
