I don't know how long I'm unconscious, but I come to on a couch, staring up at Dirk the Shirtless Man. He doesn't look real. Much too good-looking. And he looks familiar, too.
I rub my eyes. "I'm seeing things," I say.
"You passed out. Here. Drink some water." He slips his hand under my neck and lifts my shoulders slightly off the couch. With his other hand he gently puts a glass of a water up to my lips. I take a sip. "Slowly. You're pretty dehydrated."
I steal a look at him while I drink. He has dark blond hair and big brown eyes. His eyelashes are twice as long as mine. His nose is slightly bigger than perfect, but otherwise, he's got the whole proportion and symmetry thing down. Like a Greek God.
"Where am I?" I ask.
"In my cabin. Well, not really my cabin. I'm renting it for a co
