Megan POV
The gray light of dawn streamed through the only window in my bedroom, sending spears of blinding pain into my brain. Cautiously, I rolled to my uninjured side, away from the suns’ assaulting rays, and blinked my eyes open. Greeting me, propped up against the tiny table lamp on my milk crate nightstand, was a note.
I’m on the floor. Please don’t step on me.
Adam
My eyes widened. There was a man in my bedroom. As quietly as possible, I inched toward the edge of the bed and peered down at the very large, shirtless man asleep on my floor. He was laying on his back with his left arm flung over his eyes, probably shielding them from the sun. I started to roll away to grant him some privacy, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Adam Keller was the hottest guy I had ever seen, and
