Chapter 8: An Unexpected Guest
I woke up from the sound of my door being kicked in.
Or not, it wasn't. It was just someone knocking on it very passionately.
Still a little bit disoriented from sleep, I rose from the bed and shivered in the morning cold. Or was it noon already? My head was pulsing mercilessly from the hangover, and it felt like some small mammal had crawled into my mouth and died.
As far as awakenings go, this one wasn't optimal.
'Coming!'
The knocking stopped, thank Heavens. I felt around on the floor, searching for my jeans, and breathed in sharply when a sudden burst of pain shot through my left hand. There was a nasty burn on my palm where it touched the blue-eyed man's sizzling hot skin.
Shit. That really happened.
I put on some clothes, making an honest attempt to make myself look half-decent, and opened the door.
'Hey Matt! Rise and shine!'
I blinked a few times, trying to decide whether Claire standing at my doorstep was a hallucination or not. Then I raised my hand, reflexively, and smoothed my hair.
'Hey, Claire.'