Paige's POV
I groaned as I woke with a splitting headache, Tiana whimpering in my mind. Slowly opening my eyes, I stared at the unfamiliar white ceiling above me. My forehead creased as I felt a large, warm hand caressing my stomach. Wait—a hand?
My breath caught in my throat as I remembered Mr. Monroe injecting me with something. The sedative must have worn off, but where was I now?
"Hmm!"
I froze, my breathing suspended as the man beside me moaned softly. My eyes widened as I recognized that familiar voice.
Slowly, I turned to my right and saw him peacefully sleeping beside me. His chin rested on my shoulder, his warm breath caressing my neck. His arm and leg were wrapped possessively around my body, holding me in place like a guard protecting his most precious treasure.
