Rory’s POV
I wake up, though my eyes are still closed, stretching my arms out, and lifting my head tiredly from the hard surface I seem to be lying on.
I don’t know why my pillow feels so hard, but I do know that I need the bathroom. I shift slightly, blindly trying to roll over so I can get to the side of the mattress, trying to put off actually opening my eyes as long as possible, but something stops me.
Opening my eyes, I come face to face with a chest, a rock hard, eight pack of muscle with a smattering of dark hair.
Slowly, I ease back, my gaze travelling up the mountain of man before it reaches the face of Marcus Langway who is sleeping beside me, one arm wrapped possessively around my shoulders, holding me to him.
I bite my lip, taking in his gorgeous face, why is he so damn ha
