Unwanted attention

I woke with a dull ache in my head, the kind that made the edges of my vision blur for a moment. Blinking several times, I groaned softly, my tongue sticking uncomfortably to the roof of my mouth. There was a strange, bitter taste lingering… and then it hit me.

The taste of Veryon's alcohol.

I grimaced, sitting up slightly, only to stop dead in my tracks. My head turned, and there he was.

Veryon's head rested on my shoulder, his face relaxed and serene in sleep. His damp hair had dried into soft, unruly waves, framing his maddeningly perfect features. He looked so peaceful—so different from the sharp-edged, brooding man I'd spent the night with.

I couldn't help it; my gaze lingered. The sharp line of his jaw, the faint shadows his lashes cast on his cheekbones—it all held me captive. My heart fluttered against my will, and a strange warmth pooled in my chest.

What was wrong with me?