Even though Brett had been drunk, he hadn't forgotten to shower. His skin smelled faintly of body wash, but he'd forgotten one crucial thing—putting on clothes, leaving him only in his underwear.
Seeing that he was still asleep, Erin quickly slipped out of bed.
But in her haste, she stubbed her toe on the nightstand, letting out a muffled groan of pain.
The noise stirred Brett awake. Still groggy and clearly irritated, he looked at her with confusion. "What are you doing in my room?"
While rubbing her foot, Erin, equally annoyed, snapped back, "This is my room! You should think about when you wandered over here—you nearly scared me to death."
Brett blinked, still processing her words. Then he got up from bed but quickly sat back down once he realized he was only wearing his underwear.
