Chapter Twelve

Arya

It's very quiet. The light is muted. I am comfortable and warm, in this bed. Hmm... I open my eyes, and for a moment, I'm tranquil and serene, enjoying the strange unfamiliar surroundings. I have no idea where I am. The headboard behind me is in the shape of a massive sun.

The room is large and airy and plushly furnished in browns and golds and beige. I have never seen it before. My befuddled brain struggles through its recent visual memories. Holy crap. How did I get here?n

Fractured memories of the previous night come slowly back to haunt me. The drinking, oh no the drinking, the vomiting, oh no the vomiting. Logan. I cringe inwardly. I don't remember coming here.

I'm wearing my t-shirt, bra, and panties. No socks. No jeans. Holy shit.

I glance at the bedside table. On it is a glass of orange juice and two tablets. Advil.

Control freak that he is, he thinks of everything. I sit up and take the tablets. Actually, I don't feel that bad, probably much better than I deserve. The o