Chapter 7
Layla awoke, her head pounding and her mouth so dry her tongue stuck to the roof. The soft murmur of the television filled the silent void. She moved her hand to press it against the throbbing in her head when she realized the warm, hard chest beneath her.
“Good morning,” Declan said.
Momentarily shocked, memories from last night started to filter in through her brain, but they came in pieces, leaving her confused as she tried to form the whole picture.
“Morning.” She pushed from his chest and rubbed at her eyes.
Declan put the remote down and sat up. “I was wondering when you’d wake up.”
“How long have I been asleep?”
“Pretty much since I got you here.”
She massaged her temples. “I don’t remember.” She turned to him. “Why are you still here?”
“You asked me to stay.”
“I
