I woke up to Drew slumped in the chair by the side of the bed, gazing at me out of half-lidded, faintly glowing eyes.
With a yelp, I flailed, slid off the side of the bed, knocked one of the pillows flying, and landed on his lap, because he lunged forward and caught me before I hit the floor, pulling me across his knees.
"Oh, shit," I panted, blinking to clear my vision. I had a great view of the floor. Twisting my neck around brought me half the chair and a glimpse of Drew's face.
With no apparent effort, he manoeuvred me out of my sprawl across his legs and up to sitting on them instead. My hands came up to steady me, landing on his shoulders. His hands tightened on my waist, and the glow in his eyes brightened.
At least he had clothes on: the gym shorts and T-shirt combo that he usually wore around the house.
