The scent of stale potato chips tickled my nose as I blinked awake, disoriented. Lyle's muscular arm was draped over me, a half-eaten chip still clinging to his lips. I stifled a giggle as I carefully leaned out of Lyle’s embrace. The velvet couch cushion shifted beneath me as I escaped, making Lyle stir. I ran a hand through my tangled brown hair as I looked around. Darren still hadn’t returned, and I couldn’t help but start to worry.

“Morning, sunshine ... or is it afternoon?” I ...