She stretched her hands up to find cold metal railings on each side of her. Tugging at them, she used them to lift up and adjust herself in the bed. A tug of her left arm made her turn.
Her eyes locked with those of a beautiful male with gold wings at his back. His grip tightened and he smiled, a radiant glow framing his entire body. Where was she? She laid her head on the pillow and closed her eyes. Wait. She jolted with a start and jerked her head at the man who should’ve been on the cover of GQ if not Playgirl. This man was gorgeous. Inexplicably handsome, he could’ve been anywhere but, instead, he was sitting next to her, concern etching worry lines across his forehead, forming wrinkles around his sensual mouth and his eyes, on her, watchful with something else clouding over them she couldn’t quite pinpoint. Its traits presented like sadness, wistfulness, possibly regret but how could that be? He didn�