Eva held her cheeks, sensing something didn't add up. Why does his touch feel so real? Her eyes darted around, then landed on Ethan's meaningful expression—her eyes widening as sleep cleared from them.
"Ahh! Who are you? How did you get in my bed?!" Eva rolled to the other side, dragging the bedcover with her.
Her gaze jumped between the unfamiliar man and Ethan, then down at herself—wrapped in bedcovers—and her brain exploded. (◎_◎;) boom
"I can explain. I don't know who he is… wait, that sounds worse. Like I'm caught in bed with another man… but I was! Oh my God!" she muttered, her eyes growing wider with every word.
"Eva—" Ethan began, but she cut him off with more frantic rambling.
"I swear I don't know this man. Maybe I thought he was gorgeous and a tempting dream." Eva gasped and slapped a hand over her mouth, cursing her own stupidity.
