"You couldn't take her somewhere else? That is my bloody room, Sinclair!"
I awake to the high pitched voice of a woman. I struggle to pry my eyes open, each blink a laborious effort against the weight of my lids.
I must have drifted off again because the next thing that registers is the door being wrenched open, crashing against the wall. A muffled groan escapes me as I attempt to lift my head from the pillows, those damned cushions that feel softer than a whisper.
The covers are snatched off my body roughly and what follows is a cry of outrage that has my headache worsening. Cool air kisses my bare legs and I shiver, blindly reaching for the blankets.
"She's in your shirt! You never even let me touch your clothes!"
Goddess. Her tone rises higher and higher on each word, and my head f
