The next morning, when Avery Jane woke up, her head was still a bit dizzy. The sunlight outside was bright, almost piercing her eyes as she opened them. She trembled as she opened her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering. The hotel's white sheets smelled clean, and a warm body pressed against her from behind, almost scaring her stiff. Even without turning around, she could feel the eyes behind her staring at her like a beam of light...
"You're awake, Avery?" The voice was gentle as water, but at this moment, on the same bed, it sounded to her like the sky was caving in. Her world seemed split in half by a bolt of lightning. Her slender fingers clutched the sheets, trembling. She didn't need to lift the sheets to know she wasn't wearing any clothes, not even a thread.
