Twenty-three
Dani woke lying on her face, merciless sunlight streaming in the window, the smell of bacon frying, and Matt standing by the bed wearing nothing but a pair of hip-hugging jeans and holding out a can of her favorite soda with the tab already popped. She appreciated the soda and the bare chest. The sun she could have done without. It stabbed into eyes almost swelled shut from crying them out last night. One hand burrowed free of blankets, accepted the soda and applied it to one eye.
“What time is it?”
“Almost ten.” The bed sank from his weight. “How do you feel?”
“Like I just woke up.” She moved the can so she could see his muscled bare flesh and dark hair tapering into the waistband of his jeans. It was a reason to relent a bit. “Other than that, not bad.”
Matt grinned. Lu
