A deep voice jolts me from my dreamless nap, slicing through the haze of sleep with sharp precision.
“I see you’ve made yourself comfortable.”
I stir, groaning softly as I roll to my side, assuming the voice is just my subconscious scolding me for slacking off.
My body feels heavier than usual, but I push myself to sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
The room comes into focus, and it takes a moment for me to realize where I am. The bed. I’m in his bed.
I stare at the clock for long seconds, using the opportunity to get the sleep out of my eyes. I slept off... f**k, I slept off.
I slowly look around the room as I begin to process my surroundings. The freshly stacked papers on the desk, the tidied shelves, the neatly folded jacket I left draped over the arm of the chair—all signs
