Chapter 95

• SAMANTHA'S POV
• I stretch my hands over my head, stirring in bed and enjoying the early morning wake. The bed feels different...a little strange, but that is it; a lot of things have been strange lately. I can feel sunlight streaming from the right angle and burning into my skin. I groan and try to drift back to Dreamland, but it doesn't work. With a heart full of grudge, I open my eyes and sit up in the bed. "West! Where am I..." I look around; my wrist is connected to a drip, and I'm wearing a checked patient gown. Why am I in a hospital bed? What happened...
• West is standing by the window, still drawing up the curtains. He is still wearing his navy blue suit pants from last night's event; his white shirt is flying out of his pants, and his hair is tousled. "Good morning, beautiful." He turns around.