“Beverley!”

Brent’s shout startled Beverley, who seemed to pull her from her subconscious. She immediately opened her eyes and saw the man sitting up while gazing at her.

“What’s wrong?” she asked in a hoarse voice.

“What’s your problem?” Brent asked while staring at her chest.

Beverley immediately noticed her hand holding her bra under her t-shirt. Her eyes widened. She quickly pulled her hand out. “Brent, I....”

“You’re turning right and left and ...