The dead silence of the room didn't help Rowan in mapping his current location. All he knew was that he woke up, not even remembering what happened earlier than this. He opened his eyes and looked around the dark ceiling, the view not tapping into his memories. Because of that, he just held his head and did his best to recall what happened to him before this.
When he lifted his torso to sit, he realized that he was covered by a blanket past his waist. Also, his thighs didn't seem to be feeling the same. One was free from fabric, while the other was bound by something. He reached down to check under the blanket.
"…have I been wearing something so short? These don't feel like boxers…" Rowan blushed as he tried to pull down the edge of the hoochie daddy shorts on him. He didn't feel like he should be wearing one of these. If he was Duke, maybe he'd even salivate on that.
Right. Duke… "Shouldn't Duke be here?"
