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He’ll be hungry.

I know I was.

I’m dying to see his face when he realizes he’s home.

I plop onto the chair beside the bed, crossing my legs, licking salt from my fingertips as I pop another fry into my mouth.

So damn good.

Almost as good as the sight of Evan Wolfe all stretched out, muscles relaxed, his dark hair a rumpled mess against the pillow.

He’s gorgeous when he sleeps. And filthy in a way that really works for him, scrubs wrinkled, the faintest hint of sweat at his hairline, just enough stubble to make my brain short-circuit.

God, he needs a shower.

I could help.

He might need help.

I take another bite of my burger and grin as his breathing changes, a deeper inhale, a slight hitch as his brain starts booting up.

Oh, here we go.

The bed creaks as he shifts. His fingers flex, his wrist tugs just slightly against the restraint.

Then, finally, he lets out a soft groan.

I love that sound.

He turns his head, brows furrowing, lips parting slightly before he licks them. So dry. Poor baby. I should have gotten him a drink, but in my defense, I was a little distracted picturing him naked in the shower.

He blinks, slow at first. Then again.

Then he freezes.

Ah.

The moment of realization.

He tugs his arm. The chain clinks softly.

Another blink. A slow turn of the head as he takes in the unfamiliar walls, the dim bunker lighting, me.

I give him a little wave. “Morning, handsome.”

He stares.

Like he’s not entirely sure if he’s dreaming or if his worst nightmare just materialized in front of him wearing an oversized hoodie and eating his fries.

His Adam’s apple bobs. He wets his lips again. Then, finally, his voice, low, raspy from sleep, utterly confused, “What the fuck?”

I nod, chewing happily. Great first words. Strong start.

“I know, right?” I say brightly. “Bet you’ve never had someone do something this thoughtful for you before.”

His lashes flutter. “I.” He clears his throat, shifting again, testing the chain. “Where… what the fuck is this?”

I set my burger down, wipe my fingers on a napkin, and lean forward with my most reassuring girlfriend smile. “Evan, sweetheart, I need you to stay calm, okay?”