She blinked. Once. Twice. At first, there was pure confusion written on her face, like her brain was still trying to process why she was naked, tangled in warm sheets, and most importantly, wrapped around… him.
She mechanically looked down, as if not quite believing what her eyes were showing.
Then at his arm wrapped around her waist.
Then back up at him.
There was a five-second silence.
Seeing her like this, Rex grinned. A slow, infuriatingly smug grin that made her want to both hit him and hide under the sheets forever.
"Good morning, sunshine," he said lazily, his voice husky from sleep. "Sleep well?"
Monica's lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, she made a sound that was halfway between a squeak and a gasp. She clutched the blanket to her chest, her brain replaying last night in flashes of heat and embarrassment.
"You…" she managed, pointing a trembling finger at him like he was some kind of dangerous wild animal. "We… Last night…!"
