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Donovan awoke to the sunlight streaming in the un-curtained window. Un-curtained? He shielded his face and peeked an eye open. Why were there no curtains? As his eyes grew accustomed to the bright light he realized why. This wasn't his room. He groaned slightly and shifted. And realized several things at once. First, he was completely naked under the sheets. Which wasn't that big a surprise, since he sometimes slept in the nude.. but not in random rooms he wasn't quite sure how he got into in the first place. Second, there was someone in the bed with him. Someone who was also naked. And apparently also male. This was going downhill rather rapidly. That's when he realized two more earth-shattering things. He was handcuffed.
Donovan swore impressively; the events of last night were a complete blank. A cold sweat broke out as he reached over cautiously and rolled the other man's face towards him. Rigor mortis hadn't set in yet and his skin was only slightly cool. What made Donovan swear again was the fact that he didn't recognize the man's face. He sat up, trying desperately to remember what had happened, why he was in bed, handcuffed to a naked stranger, in a place he didn't even recognize.
When the panic attack started, Collins rose from within with an almost comforting caress, hushed Donovan, and sent him away. Collins was the one who'd created this mess anyway; he might as well clean it up. And once again, Donovan wouldn't remember a thing.
Donovan awoke to the sunlight streaming in the un-curtained window. Un-curtained? He shielded his face and peeked an eye open. Why were there no curtains? As his eyes grew accustomed to the bright light he realized why. This wasn't his room. He groaned slightly and shifted. And realized several things at once. First, he was completely naked under the sheets. Which wasn't that big a surprise, since he sometimes slept in the nude.. but not in random rooms he wasn't quite sure how he got into in the first place. Second, there was someone in the bed with him. Someone who was also naked. And apparently also male. This was going downhill rather rapidly. That's when he realized two more earth-shattering things. He was handcuffed.
Donovan swore impressively; the events of last night were a complete blank. A cold sweat broke out as he reached over cautiously and rolled the other man's face towards him. Rigor mortis hadn't set in yet and his skin was only slightly cool. What made Donovan swear again was the fact that he didn't recognize the man's face. He sat up, trying desperately to remember what had happened, why he was in bed, handcuffed to a naked stranger, in a place he didn't even recognize.
When the panic attack started, Collins rose from within with an almost comforting caress, hushed Donovan, and sent him away. Collins was the one who'd created this mess anyway; he might as well clean it up. And once again, Donovan wouldn't remember a thing.