Chapter 50

I woke up with a pounding headache, my mouth dry as sandpaper. Sunlight streamed through a gap in the curtains, piercing my eyes like needles. Groaning, I rolled over, seeking the comfort of darkness—only to freeze when my hand bumped against something solid and warm. My eyes flew open despite the pain. There, less than a foot away, lay Aiden Carter. In the same bed. With me. Holy. Shit. I jerked upright, immediately regretting the sudden movement as my head throbbed in protest. The room spun sickeningly, forcing me to close my eyes and take several deep breaths. When I dared to look again, he was still there—sleeping peacefully, his dark hair tousled against the pillow, bare chest rising and falling with each breath. What happened last night? My mind raced, desperately trying to piece together fragmented memories. Dinner. Wine—lots of wine. Aiden carrying me... and then what? I glanced down at myself. I was wearing a nightgown I didn't recognize. Who changed me? Did we...? No, surely