He instinctively threw his arms around me to catch me. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed myself up slightly. His eyes met mine.
“What in the…” I looked around and realized I was in the bedroom. “How did I get here? Why are you on the floor?” I asked groggily.
“You looked uncomfortable on the couch, so I brought you in here instead,” he explained, yawning. “I tried the couch but it is not good for sleeping.”
I shook my head. “It’s really not,” I said.
Neither of us moved. His strong arms felt nice around me, like I was safe and nothing in the world could harm me here.
I studied him. His hair was just the perfect amount of tousled. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and a pair of boxers, and he looked damn good in both of them. He not
