The cocoon of the strange bed roused Yanyan from her slumber.
As her eyes adjusted in the darkness, she felt an arm so heavy and hairy slung over chest.
But what bothered her was how the warm flesh felt against her skin.
Against her skin?
"Oh my goooood," she croaked, clutching her head, her fingers combed her hair.
She lifted the arm away from her and dropped it to the naked man's chest.
Abruptly, she pulled her weight up so she could sit, leaning her back on the headboard.
She had a nine in the morning meeting and there was no way she would skip it because of a hangover.
As she sat up, the duvet slid down her body and the cool air from the air conditioning unit brushed against her exposed chest.
Cold sweat trickled Yanyan's back. A memory from the past flashed before her eyes.
She tried to scream, but no matter how much she clawed her neck, no sound came out of her mouth.
Her mind spiraled down to what transpired that night, looking for clues, but her brain was foggy.
