Chapter 372
I woke up in Rohan's bedroom at his house, cocooned by his eight-hundred-thread-count bed linens, his mattress forming to the contours of my body like it was tailor-made, lying in a patch of sunlight. He'd put me in his favorite skateboarder T-shirt, faded and sheer in places.
Before me was a magnificent sight. No, not my boyfriend naked, all ripped and on display for me. That generally took top spot, but I was coming off some crazy powerful sleeping spell, and any sexytime participation on my part, while "willing," would have been lacking the "able."
My most favorite dominatrix sat on the bed holding a plate of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. Her arms in her sleeveless sundress were honed to a sleek line of muscle that I, with all my training, had yet to achieve.
She held out the heaping plate and I took a cookie. "One wave of this under your nose and you woke right up."
"What day is it?" The fight had been on Monday. How many days had I lost this time?