He gulped, his eyes darting around the room, searching for answers or an escape route. "What the hell happened last night?" He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force the hazy memories into focus.
He remembered the nightclub... the drinks... Sharon's laughter as they toasted to "distractions"... and then... nothing. A complete blackout.
"Crap. Crap. Crap," Carlos muttered under his breath, careful not to wake her. His mind raced through the possibilities. Did we…? He didn't dare finish that thought, his panic doubling at the implications.
Before he could spiral any further, Sharon stirred beside him, letting out a soft, sleepy hum. Her green cat-like eyes fluttered open, their glow catching the light of the artificial sun.
For a moment, she seemed disoriented, but then her gaze landed on Carlos, and a small, amused smile spread across her lips.
