Callie’s POV
Waking up was a slow, agonizing, and deeply confusing process.
The first thing I registered was the headache. A dull, rhythmic pounding throbbed behind my eyes, beating in perfect, miserable time with my pulse. My mouth felt as though it had been stuffed with dry cotton, and a faint, lingering taste of cheap cranberry juice and burning vodka coated my tongue.
The second thing I registered was the sheer, overwhelming heat.
I was incredibly warm. In fact, I was practically engulfed in a cocoon of solid, radiating heat pressing against me from every conceivable angle.
A heavy, muscular arm was draped securely over my waist. A solid, bare chest was pressed flush against my back. And underneath my cheek, another broad, firm chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm.
The th
