A low groan slipped from Charlotte's lips as she stirred in her sleep. Her eyelids felt unbearably heavy, her body aching in a way she had never experienced before. She tried to turn, to shift away from the discomfort, but couldn't.
A strong arm was wrapped firmly around her waist, holding her in place, pressing her back against a solid, muscular chest.
Her eyes flew open.
Heat rushed to her face the moment she realized they were both completely naked.
It was like something clicked into place all at once. Every moment from the night before came crashing back into her mind, vivid and overwhelming.
The attack.
The heat consuming her.
Him.
Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she swallowed hard, her heart pounding loudly in her ears. Through her lashes, she glanced up at him, taking in his sleeping form.
She remembered everything.
