Rationality swiftly returned, and Sienna Thornton angrily punched the chest of the flesh wall, kicked the stomach of the flesh wall, and growled, "Simon Forrester! You filthy scoundrel! Get up!"
The flesh wall was also startled awake, turned over, and reached for the light remote from the bedside table on his side.
With a "click," the warm yellow night light above the bed flickered on.
Simon Forrester's slightly disheveled deep brown hair hung by his forehead, his chest bare, now rested his elbows on the pillow, squinting at her, his voice heavy with sleep, "Why are you freaking out instead of sleeping?"
"Why am I in your bed?" Sienna sat up, loudly demanding an answer, "Speak! What exactly did you do to me?!"
Simon ignored her, lay back down, and turned off the light again.
