Rosie opened her eyes slowly.
The first burst of colors she experienced in her vision was relief at being alive. She was alive and she had survived that horrible night.
She heard a sound in the background and her head snapped to the direction. Nathan was walking out of the bathroom, a loose shirt hanging over his shoulders. All buttons were opened and his defined muscles beneath were revealed.
Seeing him that hot and so early did things to her stomach. Rosie gulped and rested her head back into her pillow. At least she could move now.
Her eyes followed Nathan to the windows. He briefly looked outside before he turned to her, his gaze direct and intense. Rosie blinked, forcing herself to hold his gaze.
“You’re awake,” he said slowly, approaching her. “Let’s see. Are the drugs out of yo
