MEGAN'S POV
Pain greets me the second I open my eyes.
A heavy, pounding ache that pulses through my skull like someone's taken a sledgehammer to my head.
I groan, pressing my palms against my forehead as I try to will the pain away.
What the hell happened last night?
My mouth feels like sandpaper, my body's heavy and sluggish, and there's a faint nausea churning in my stomach.
I blink slowly, my vision clearing just enough to take in my surroundings.
I'm in my bed. In my hotel room.
That's good. At least I made it back.
But then I move slightly, and I feel it.
Warmth.
Too much warmth.
I freeze, my whole body tensing as I slowly turn my head to the left.
And that's when I see him.
Xarion.
Lying right next to me in my bed.
Shirtless.
Oh goddess.
"What the hell?!" I shriek,
