Nora's POV
My eyes snap open, and immediately something feels wrong. Terribly wrong.
I'm in bed, but not my bed. Next to me lies Brent, his chest rising and falling in peaceful sleep. The sheets smell different. The light filtering through unfamiliar windows hits my face at the wrong angle.
"What the hell?" I whisper, yanking the covers away from my body. My skin is bare, and panic shoots through me like lightning. "Where are my clothes?"
Brent stirs beside me, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he opens his eyes. "Morning, beautiful. You sound confused."
"Confused doesn't begin to cover it." I scramble to sit up, my heart pounding against my ribs. "We were just somewhere else. We were just doing something completely different."
"Babe, you're still dreaming." He chuckles, stretching as he rolls out of bed. His body moves with familiar confidence, wearing nothing but black boxers.
