Her surroundings were confusing, unfamiliar. Then the reality sank in as she felt the weight and warmth of the masculine arm weighing her down. She had fallen asleep in Trevor’s bed after their third mind-blowing, earth-shattering coupling. She didn’t know what time it was and panicked that the consequences of her previous night’s indiscretions would now need to be faced head-on. She could only imagine the state she was in—smudged makeup, hair resembling a bird’s nest… Not my finest moment. “Way to go, Laura. If he didn’t notice how old you looked last night, now you’re this rumpled it will be undeniable—probably a shock to his ego. It’s a wonder he hasn’t chewed off his own arm to get away.” She was lying on one of Trevor’s arms, trapping him beneath her, while his other was resting over her hip. Laura didn’t realise that she had spoken the thought out loud until she heard the rumbling of his voice. “That’s never gonna happen, honey.
