I wake up in a dark room and panic sets in fast. I don’t know where I am, and I’m getting tired of this being a thing.
“Baby, it’s ok. You’re safe,” Jarek’s voice soothes me, and he turns a light on next to the bed before wrapping me in his arms. His scent surrounds me, and I feel myself relax against his bare chest.
I pull back slightly so I can look around the room. It’s richly furnished in dark wood, muted greys, blacks, and cream. It’s intensely masculine, and I know instinctively where we are. “This is your room,” I whisper. “What happened?”
His thumb brushes along my jaw. “I was sort of hoping you could tell me. How much do you remember?”
“Ugh, too much,” I say, collapsing against his chest again. I don’t want to think about what happened, what I did. At the time, it felt like
