I turned over in my sleep, feeling the warmth of a large hand wrapped securely around my waist. My eyes flew open in an instant, and I froze. My heart pounded as I slowly turned my head, only to find Magnus lying next to me, fast asleep. His chest rose and fell steadily, his lips slightly parted, looking impossibly perfect even in his sleep.
Panic surged through me.
Okay! What happened? Why am I in bed with him?
I blinked hard, my head pounding like a drum. The throbbing pain was the familiar kind—the kind that comes after drinking too much. I rubbed my temples, trying to piece together what had happened last night. I remembered the party, the drinks, and then... nothing. It was all a blur. I strained to remember the rest, but my mind came up blank.
I glanced at Magnus again, taking in his chiseled features and those kissable lips. His messy hair made him look even more handsome, like some kind of fallen angel. My face heated up.
