I rolled over in the bed and stretched. The bed was huge, so that was at least the same. The thing that alerted me to the fact that something was definatly off was that my hand smacked against something very hard, and very warm.
I snatched my hand back very quickly, realizing that was a very real very naked male chest. So I guess the next rational adult thing would have been to look beside myself to see who was there. Apparently I'm not rational or sensible because I lifted the corner of the sheet and the blankets and squinted my eyes under there and waited for my eyes to adjust to the dim light that filtered in under there.
I was holding my breath with only two thoughts circling in my head, chasing each other around and around like tyrant leaves caught in a cyclone.
Please let this be
