Chase’s P.O.V
I woke up with a sharp inhale, my chest rising like I’d just broken through the surface of water. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The room was dim, morning light just barely seeping in through the blinds. My eyes darted around wildly—cream-colored walls, black-out curtains, a dresser I didn’t recognize. Panic twisted in my gut. Where the hell was I? Why did my mouth taste like whiskey and regret?
“Good morning, sleeping beauty.”
My blood froze.
Alex’s voice slid through the air like silk dipped in sarcasm, and my head whipped in the direction it came from. He was standing near the window, shirtless, a cup of coffee in hand, that infuriating smirk painted across his face like this was just another Wednesday.
I bolted upright, the blanket slipping down my bare chest—and
