Knowing he’d put off the inevitable long enough, he took a deep breath and cracked open one eyelid. The sun was streaming in through the window. He swore under his breath, but forced his other eye open.
He blinked several times before things settled down. The room looked the same, the walls bare, the furniture sparse. Yup, he’d made it home last night in one piece. He’d have to thank his brothers for that.
It was time to try to move. He started to roll, but something tugged on his arm, pulling him back. “What the hell?” He turned his head, ignoring the throbbing at the base of his skull. What he saw made him swear again. His wrist was tied to the headboard. An experimental tug assured him that his other wrist was in exactly the same condition.
He as also buck naked under the sheets that bunched at his waist.