Re: Casper & Fiona - the next morning
As his arm slid over her midsection, Fiona realized that she wasn't naked, at least, though the shirt she wore didn't feel familiar at all. Was it one of his? It had to be, didn't it. The weight of his arm seemed to grow in tandem with her rising anxiety as she tried to process how she'd ended up in bed with Casper Wood.
The sex had been amazing, she remembered that much, but how was that possible? The things she'd said, the things she'd done were not like her in the least, and it wasn't as though she'd had much to drink! Her heart raced in her chest, her eyes stinging with tears that pooled without falling. It hadn't been her. Her mind just kept circling that thought, completely incapable of moving past it. It hadn't been her, so how had it happened?
"Casper," she said in a pained whisper, her anxiety seeping out in her voice. Had he done something to her? To her drink? She couldn't reconcile that possibility with what she knew of the man.