Varg's POV
My eyes snapped open, and I felt a warm body beside me. I looked down and saw Bethany lying on the bed, her head resting on my chest. She was naked, and so was I. Groaning, I stood up slowly, running a hand through my hair, trying to piece together what had happened.
“What the hell came over me?” I muttered, pushing her gently to the side as I moved to the closet to grab a pair of pants and a shirt.
“Varg, you're awake?” Bethany’s soft voice broke the silence as she stirred, brushing her hand against her eyelids.
I pulled on the pants, then the shirt, and turned to face her, my anger bubbling just beneath the surface. “What the hell did you do?” I snapped, trying to contain my frustration, though I knew I was mostly at fault. Still, she could’ve stopped me and give into it.
