Willow woke up slowly. Not peacefully. Not gently. Her head throbbed. Her body felt heavy. And something warm… solid… was wrapped around her. She frowned. Shifted slightly. And froze. That was not a pillow. That was an arm. A very muscular, very real arm. Her eyes snapped open. And immediately landed on a bare chest.
“…You have got to be kidding me.”
She pushed herself up slightly— Only to come face to face with Damon. Asleep. Peaceful. Far too comfortable. In her space. In her bed. No. Wait. She looked around. Not her room. His.
“…No. Absolutely not.”
She shoved his shoulder. Hard.
“Wake up!”
Damon groaned. Barely. Then tightened his arm around her instinctively. “Five more minutes…”
“Five—?!” Willow pushed harder. “Why am I in your bed?!”
That got his attention. Damon blinked slo
