“You’re alright,” Shawn’s soft voice says. “I’ve got you.” I open my eyes and blink, trying to adjust to the room around me. I wobble on my feet, my legs heavy and aching. Shawn leads me over to the edge of my mattress and pulls me into his lap, holding me tight as my breathing returns to normal. “Holy shit,” I whisper. There are spots in my vision, and my skin feels tight on my body. “How are you—why do—fuck, you’re good.” He laughs into my hair and drops a kiss on the top of my head. “Can’t deny we have chemistry.”
