HOLLY'S POV.

I shifted slightly, trying to sit up without making a sound. The blanket slipped down my body, and the cool air brushed against my bare skin. I grabbed the edge of the covers, pulling them tight around me, my mind racing.

Memories of last night were still hazy, like trying to see through a fogged-up window. How much had I had to drink? Enough to end up here, apparently. But with whom?

I glanced back at the man, my cheeks burning as I let my eyes linger on his sleeping form for ...