Raisel’s POV
“Wakey… wakey, my Raisins,” came a teasing voice that dragged me unwillingly out of sleep. I groaned and yanked the covers over my head, shielding myself from the light.
“Shh…” I mumbled groggily.
“Raisins, you’ll be late for the office.” The nickname grated on my nerves, but before I could retaliate, the sheets were ripped off me. I groaned again, reluctantly meeting his hazel eyes. A sharp headache made me wince, and I squinted in pain.
“What happened?” I croaked. It wasn’t until I glanced down that I realized I was naked. Soren’s gaze roamed over me shamelessly, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.
“Before you get any ideas,” he said smugly, “you passed out before anything even started.” Heat flooded my cheeks as I recalled the bold moves I’d made last night. Embarrass
