It was becoming increasingly bright. Andrea scrunched her eyes against the light, but it was unrelenting. She cracked one eye open a little. There was her bedroom ceiling fan.
Well, that wasn't right.
She blinked a couple of times as her groggy brain tried to fire into gear. What was her bedroom ceiling fan doing there?
Slowly the pieces came together as she felt the covers she was wrapped in and the bed she was laying on. The light was the morning sun filtering in through her curtains. Had she put herself to bed? She didn't remember doing that…
Had Kyle put her to bed?!
…It was a charming image, but there was a difference between daydreaming and someone doing that when you weren't expecting it…
She hastily checked under the covers. She was still wearing the same clothes she had on out at the couch.
