Kris groaned, rousing from his sleep. His head felt like it was going to split into two like someone was diligently banging it from the inside with a hammer. Opening his eyes fully, he froze when he scanned his surroundings. There was no way this was his room.
Then he felt the weight on his chest. Warily, ever so tentatively, he lowered his eyes, flinching when he realized it was the head of a woman. Where the hell was he and who the hell was this woman?
A soft, sleepy groan vibrated against his chest, and the woman began to slowly raise her head. She yawned and turned back to look at him after sitting up, not looking even one-fifth as startled as he was. He recognized her as the Latina he'd met about a month ago.
A grimace adorned her lips. “Didn't think you would wake up so early.”
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