The crushing weight on my body lifted, and the iron grip on my wrists loosened.

Before I could make sense of what was happening, a soft blanket was draped over me.

I opened my eyes, stunned.

He stopped. Why?

As he sat on the edge of the bed, I found my gaze drawn to his face. His expression seemed distant, perhaps even tinged with worry—I couldn't be sure.

As he reached for his clothes, his broad back turned to me.

The sharp lines of ...