Chapter 9

Kiara

Waking up in a bed that's warm and cozy, but unfamiliar, feels strange because I've been sleeping in my car for almost a week now.

Ugh, my head is pounding from the hangover. As I sit up, the sheet slips off and I realize I'm completely naked.

Oh no! I must have slept with that guy from the bar. Did I really drink that much that I don't remember anything? I mean, I should at least be feeling sore somewhere, right?

"Don't worry, I didn't touch you."

I snap my head in the direction of his deep, husky voice. He's sitting in a chair across from the bed, his cold gaze fixed on me.

How long has he been there watching me sleep? And if he didn't touch me, why am I naked? In HIS bed?

I ask in a hushed tone, my mouth suddenly feeling parched, " what time is it?"

"Quarter to midnight."

My cheeks burn with humiliation. Not only am I in his bed, but I've spent the entire day sleeping in it. I'm officially never drinking AGAIN!

"I'm so sorry, I sho