I woke up in Rohan's bedroom at his house, cocooned by his eight-hundred-thread-count bed linens, his mattress forming to the contours of my body like it was tailor-made, lying in a patch of sunlight. He'd put me in his favorite skateboarder T-shirt, faded and sheer in places.

Before me was a magnificent sight. No, not my boyfriend naked, all ripped and on display for me. That generally took top spot, but I was coming off some crazy powerful sleeping spell, and any sexytime ...