Chapter 18

Serena woke up to the sun already blazing through the windows. Her head was pounding. The moment she opened her eyes and noticed the unfamiliar room—and worse, the deep-set eyes beside her staring with a smirk—she jolted upright, grabbing the blanket around her. "Where am I? You... me... what the hell happened?" "Our home." Matthew got out of bed and pulled open the curtains. Sunlight poured in, blindingly bright. "'Our home'?" Serena looked at him, clearly annoyed. Then something hit her. She peeked under the blanket and saw she was in a comfy set of PJs. "Thanks for bringing me back last night, but... uh, who changed my clothes?" Matthew grinned, strolling over to the bed and leaning in with his hands on the edge, boxing her in. He whispered near her ear, "Take a guess." His breath tickled her neck, and her face flushed red. "You're a perv. Shameless. Gross." "Next time, I might not stop at just changing your clothes. Also, you’ve already wasted one hour and twenty-one minutes of my