What am I doing here? Why am I on the floor? I tried to feel the rest of my body if something was different. I was paranoid. Damian was drunk last night, a bit tipsy. But he was speaking clearly. He acted alright too. Besides, I was not drunk. I would know if he did something different to me.
I could smell his masculine scent even more at this position. It made my heart race. I tried to control it, breathe calmly. If I don't, my heart beating this fast could wake him up, adding complications to our current situation.
The rain continued to pour outside and I felt the cold on my cheeks. I tried to assess the situation. Did I fall while I was sleeping?
Then, there it was as if he was reading my mind. "You fell last night," Damian mumbled close to my ear. "I was supposed to carry you back
