Back pain pulled a soft groan from Yvienna as her eyes slowly drifted open. Morning light poured through the towering glass window—clear, bright, and merciless—forcing her to squint. Her head throbbed with a dull ache, and she lifted a hand to her temple, trying to ease the pressure. She stretched lightly, but even the small movements made her skin feel tender, as if every muscle had been overworked.
Her gaze shifted to the man lying beside her.
Heat rushed to her cheeks as last night's memories flooded back—too vivid, too intimate. Kyle lay on his side, his back facing her, breathing deeply, completely knocked out. He must have been exhausted; he didn't even move when his phone lit up and buzzed again and again on the nightstand.
Seriously? He wasn't waking up even with all that noise?
Annoyance flickered through her. She reached for the phone, intending only to silence it—but froze the moment the lockscreen appeared.
Her own face stared back at her.
