A Pawn

Aurora woke up and it was already the next morning. She blinked open her groggy eyes and sat up, still wearing yesterday's jeans, but her top had been swapped for an oversized T-shirt.

Glancing around at the familiar surroundings, she let out a sigh of relief. Yesterday hadn't been a dream; Heath really had come to her rescue.

Just as she sat up, the bedroom door swung open and in walked Heath, sporting the same style of T-shirt as hers, his arm carrying a pale pink garment that was unexpectedly cute by contrast.

"Is this yours?" Aurora pointed at the T-shirt she was wearing.

"Yep," Heath nodded. "Your clothes were ruined, and since we didn’t have any pajamas for you, I just grabbed something for you to change into."

Aurora's cheeks flushed. So, it was Heath who had changed her clothes?

Heath sat down beside her bed, looking at her seriously. "I only gave you a quick check for injuries yesterday. Go to the bathroom and take off your pants to check if there are other injuries, and don’