I woke up slowly, feeling groggy and disoriented, trying to understand why the bed felt so hard beneath me. My fingertips brushed across something solid and warm. Slowly, sleep cleared from my mind, but then I heard a groan right beneath me—a low, unmistakably human sound.
My eyes flew open.
I was sprawled on his chest.
On Lucas’s chest. On Lucas's f*****g chest!
My mind blanked, every thought rushing in at once, panic and the other rising like waves. Without thinking, I scrambled to sit up, but in my haste, my hand pressed into his side—right over his wound. His sharp groan stopped me cold, and I hovered, hand frozen midair, guilt surging through me as he winced, his face barely flinching but still giving away that hint of pain.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry—are you okay?” I stammered, bare
