She’d blacked out. She must have hit her head. A dull pain radiated from the back of her head all the way to her crown. Her stomach felt tender. What had she done? How long had she been out? Strong arms held her tightly against a muscular chest. Gentle fingers stroked her cheek and lips. She could smell sweat and cologne intermingled, for some strange reason it was pleasant. Crew’s warm breath brushed her skin. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she lifted herself closer. He would take care of her and make it all better. She kept her eyes closed, trying to assuage the throb. The pain was forgotten as she enjoyed the wonderful sensation of his lips manipulating her own. Wait. Something was wrong. It wasn’t Crew’s cologne. The chest wasn’t as broad as Crew’s. The arms were longer and not as thick. The face was covered with hair, course and soft at the same time. Crew was always clean shaven. The lips connecting with her own were too full.
