Damien woke up with a wrenching headache. His skull felt like it was splitting in two. He groaned and pressed his hand to his forehead, his throat dry and rough.
“What the hell…” he muttered under his breath.
He tried to move, but his arm brushed against something warm and soft. He froze instantly. Slowly, he turned and his eyes went wide.
It was Gwen.
Damien shot upright, heart pounding. “Goodness gracious,” he whispered. “What the hell is Gwen doing here?”
He blinked hard, rubbing his eyes just to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. But no, she was right there, curled up beside him, her hair spread across his pillow, her breathing soft and steady.
A grin pulled at his lips. “Wow,” he muttered to himself, almost in disbelief. “Gwen… in my bed?”
Before he could process it, a soft kno
