Derrick's POV
I woke up with a growl.
My head was pounding like a war drum, and every part of my body felt like it had been set on fire and left to cool. I stirred, my joints aching terribly. There was an aftertaste in my mouth, something strange. I couldn't vividly recall anything.
I blinked and stared at the ceiling—white, a simple chandelier hung from it.
How did I get here? What was going on?
Underneath the sheets that covered me, I knew I was naked. But no matter how I tried to retrace my steps, I had no memory of walking in here and removing my clothes. What happened to my room? What am I doing here?
Beside me, I heard someone sniffle. I turned to look, shocked to see Quinn sitting up against the headboard, sheets wrapped around her protectively. Tears spilled from her eyes as she noticed I was awake, shifting away from me as if to put distance between us.
What the fuck was happening?
