Luke’s bedroom was still a hazy black so it was either very late in the evening or very early in the morning. His chest moved slowly up and down underneath my cheek and I knew he had to be asleep. I lifted my head slowly, not wanting to wake him. I needed water badly. I was almost completely off his chest when his arm tightened around my shoulders and my head pounded as it fell back onto his solid chest.“Where are you going? It’s five-forty a.m.”His voice was gruff and thick with sleep and I found it so very sexy.“I’m thirsty,” I whispered.He shifted sideways and slid out from underneath me. “Stay right here. I’ll get you some water.”Through the darkness, I could see he was still wearing his T-shirt and jeans and a spark of shame worsened my headache as I suddenly remembered begging him to lie with me. I wanted to get up and leave, but he told me to stay put. I desperately needed a shower. I was lying in Luke’s clean, expensive sheets wearing yesterday’s makeup, my grass-stained jeans, and Jill’s sweaty jersey.Luke returned with a glass of water in one hand and his other hand balled up in a fist.
