Noah's eyes fluttered open, his head pounding, every muscle in his body aching as if he'd been run over by a truck. The pain, though, wasn't the most alarming thing—it was the unfamiliar warmth beneath him.
His heart skipped a beat as he realised his face was pressed against a chest. The steady rise and fall of breath beneath his cheek made his pulse thunder in his ears.
What the hell? Noah's body stiffened in an instant, and his breath quickened. He shot up from the bed, his heart racing in his chest, and the sudden movement made his head spin. As the blanket slid off him, he gasped in horror. He was naked. Completely naked.
Panic set in his chest. His hands fumbled with the blanket, pulling it desperately over his body, his eyes wide with confusion and fright. Then the memories from last night hit him like a punch to the gut. Those men… the drugs…
