A LOW WHISPER AND GENTLE shake woke me. My lids fluttered before closing, and I rolled over, wrapped my arms around my head.
“Jem, you need to wake up,” Nathan said.
I shook my head. “No.” Surprised to hear the sound of my voice, I looked up to the glow of breaking dawn.
Nathan stood over me, fully dressed and smiling. The others were up, too, but they averted their eyes as soon as I glanced over.
To my right, Sean rolled to his knees and stretched, rubbing at his thick hair. He leaned down to kiss me with a smile. “You should get dressed.” As he stood to pull on his clothing that somehow materialised on the ground, I peered down at my n***d body.
“My clothes ...”
“I’ve fetched them.” Nathan turned his back and slung them over his shoulder.
I tugged them on and brought myself to a s
