Summer Sutton slept through until the next day before waking up.
The fever had clearly subsided, but her head was still a bit groggy.
The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Adrian Walyon's bare chest.
Summer felt as if someone had hit her over the head with a stick, staring at him fixedly for a good while, then stiffly lifted the sheet to look at herself and him under it.
If she hadn't looked, it might have been better; but as soon as she did, her face turned instantly pale.
She and Adrian were not wearing any clothes, not even underwear!
Summer stared blankly at herself and Adrian like this, her mind in chaos.
Adrian might have sensed the gaze on him; his closed eyes slowly opened.
Seeing her face drained of color from fright, he didn't bother explaining, but leisurely uttered, "Last night, you asked for it actively."
