Adam woke up with a pounding headache that felt like a jackhammer going off inside his skull. His mouth was dry, his limbs heavy, and every blink brought a fresh throb behind his eyes. He groaned and rolled onto his back, shielding his face with one arm from the early morning light filtering in through the curtains. Just as he began to shift, the blanket slipped off his chest—and that's when he noticed it.
He was naked.
Completely, unmistakably naked.
"What the hell?" he muttered, shooting upright—too fast. The room tilted around him, and he nearly collapsed back onto the bed. His head pounded harder in protest, but the shock cut through the fog just enough for his eyes to refocus. A prickling awareness spread over his skin, and that's when he felt them.
Scratches.
