Rhythmic breathing pushed a chest out against your back, stirring you from sleep. You groaned softly, pressing the heel of your palm against your forehead, trying to push out the throbbing pain in your head from the alcohol you’d drank in excess last night at your birthday at the bar. Then you groaned for an entirely different reason, you were so fucking sore—your whole body—but especially between your thighs. Your eyes widened, trying to remember anything from last night, but it was all blank.