Mikhail
I woke up to sunlight stabbing through my eyelids and a pounding headache that felt like someone was taking an axe to my skull.
For a moment I just lay there, trying to piece together where I was. This wasn't my room.
The bed was too small, the sheets unfamiliar, and there was warmth pressed against my side that shouldn't be there.
I turned my head slowly and my stomach dropped straight through the floor. Natasha.
She was naked in bed next to me. Her dark hair was spread across the pillow, her back bare and pale in the morning light. And I was naked too, I realized with growing horror.
I was completely naked and tangled up in sheets with her.
Oh, f**k no.
Memories started flooding back in fragmented flashes. Her on my lap downstairs. Stumbling up the stairs together. Her
