I wake up in an unfamiliar bed, the sun is shining in around the blinds, and I blink my eyes open. I instantly feel an arm draped over my body, and I gulp. My head's pounding, my body's heavy, and I just feel sick. Not from my hangover, but from sleeping here with Dane.

I don't want to be this close to him, I never cuddled with him. Not even before our fight this week.

I quickly slip out from under his arm and press my lips together, standing up. He's still dead asleep, and as ...