Her head was banging, but she forced her eyes open. Her gaze darted around for a few moments trying to register where she was. Slowly, she pushed herself into a sitting position, turning her head as she felt the click of a door in the room.
It pulled open, and a man walked out, buttoning up his shirt.
Black neck length locs, golden brown skin, and a figure at the height of six'four, if not six'six.
'Where have I seen him before?' The woman who was naturally Sabrina pondered. And as if he heard her, the man Tasso lifted his head, his whitish eyes locking with her blue ones.
She froze.
"It's… you?"
"Is that the thank you I get for saving your life?" Tasso asked casually, throwing the tie around his neck to knot it.
She blinked. "You… saved me?"
"Well, shit Sherlock? You're in my house, and in my bed. What do you think?"
