Jason groaned. His head felt like it was splitting in two and his mouth seemed full of cotton. Was this what a hangover felt like? He wasn’t sure. Gentle fingers laid a cold compress on his forehead, and he sighed, catching the soothing scent of lilac and sage.
“…Phoebe.”
“I’m here.”
Her fingers caressed his cheeks, and he risked opening his eyes. Strangely, they didn’t seem overly sensitive to light. He lay on the office couch while Phoebe perched on the edge watching him with concern.
“Hi.”
“Hi, yourself,” Phoebe forced a strained smile.
“Something wrong? Why do I feel like I’ve been on a three-day bender?” Jason asked, slowly taking stock of his condition. “And why am I naked?”
Phoebe bit her lip, trying to stifle a chuckle before asking, “What do you remember?”
Jason frowned at
