Fiona’s POV

Slowly, I turned around.

He was sitting up now, one arm resting behind his head, watching me with an amused but calm expression.

My heart was racing—from both fear, and embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry,” I blurted out. “I didn’t mean to sneak away like that. I just… I didn’t know how I ended up here or who you are.”

He smiled faintly and sat up properly.

“What can you remember?” he asked

“I knew I was in a club and I had a bit too much to drink,” I ...