It was the cold breeze that stirred Nathan awake. He stirred, turning to his side and immediately wincing when his vulnerable skin pressed hard on the cold floor.
Groaning, he sat up slowly and looked around, his vision still slow and hazy from sleep. After a moment he realized that he was back at he and Rosianna’s apartment, and he was on the cold floor.
“How the hell did I get here?” He muttered, rubbing his temples.
Rosianna was just leaving her bedroom, a luxury handbag in one hand. Her black high heels clicked against the floor as she walked. She wore a sleek, light blue suit dress and a peach colored lipstick.
“You’re welcome,” she told him as she crossed over him.
Nathan reached out and grabbed her ankle, preventing her from walking any further. Rosie snapped her head to him,
