Charles rolled back across the bed, stretching his legs and reaching up to settle his head against the pillow. Instead of soft fabric, however, his skull met the powerful, sudden pull of an arm that caged him from behind.
Based on his frantic calculations, it wasn't just one arm—it was two.
Fear caught in his throat as his thoughts began to race wildly. How had he ended up in the embrace of two men in the first place? This wasn't normal.
Charles tried to bolt upright, but it was impossible; the grip was too firm. Gosh, he would die of embarrassment if they woke up and found him struggling like a trapped bird.
Wait! He looked around and immediately glanced down to see if his clothes were intact. To his utter dismay, he found himself clad only in his boxers.
"Oh no, I didn't do anything reckless, did I?" he whispered to himself. He tried to piece together the previous night, but the effort only triggered a splitting headache that forced him into silence.
