A U T U M N
I woke up with a banging headache. I felt like my head would burst anytime. "Shït!" I put both hands on the side of my head and gently massaged my temples. I haven't drunk that much beer in a while and last night was a total knockout.
"Oh, you are awake."
I sat up and turned to look at a pair of grey eyes staring back at me. Phraser stood there in a pair of loose shorts and a sleeveless shirt. He had his arms folded across his big chest like he was big, bad trouble. He smiled, sweat dripping down his nose as if he just ran a marathon. And maybe he did, God knew how long I've been sleeping considering the sun shone through the big windows on the side of the bed.
My breath hitched. It wasn't the first time I saw a lot of testosterone in one guy. I ran my gaze up to his legs, past his waist, over his folded arms, to his grey eyes. "What time is it?"
He glanced at the watch on his wrist and looked up. "Eleven thirty-five."
