Five
Savannah
My head pounds as I roll over, finding myself wrapped in navy sheets. I glance over, expecting to see my alarm clock, but there’s no clock. Just a drawing of an intricate Celtic image.
Liam’s masculine smell surrounds me, and I search the room for him but come up empty. It doesn’t even look as though he slept in the bed with me last night.
I sit up and hold my head. “What happened last night?”
I try to answer for myself, but I can’t recall anything after the second game of pool.
Shifting my legs over the side of the bed, I stand, and the cool breeze from the fan spurs me to see what I’m wearing. I’m in my bra and panties—not even my good ones. Just a plain cotton bra with a pink bow in between, like it’s a trainer and I’m eleven. My panties cover my entire lower abdomen
