Scarlett's POV
The air felt different when I woke up. It was heavy and still. But the smell was what hit me first. It was that expensive, spicy scent that always followed Ethan. My eyes snapped open. For a second, I didn't know where I was. Then I felt the heat of a bare chest against my cheek and the solid weight of an arm around my waist.
I didn't just wake up—I jerked away.
The movement sent a sharp, stabbing pain through my head, and my stomach flipped. I scrambled backward, my hands tangling in the sheets as I tried to get away from him. I tried to stand, but my legs felt weak, like they might give out under me. I had to grab the heavy bedpost just to keep the floor from rising up to hit me.
"What are you doing here?" I choked out. My throat felt like it had been scrubbed with sandpaper.
