"No, I'm some random stranger who crawled into bed with you and managed to put one past super-Navy-SEAL," Danny mutters sarcastically as he eases away and opens his eyes to look at Steve. Which is about when he backs up, smacks his forearm on the edge of the table, and realizes that he's awake.

He clambers to sit up, tightly grasping Steve's t-shirt on his frame and holding it tighter to his chest. "Shit," is all he says in a lost voice. He reaches up to try and tame what is now a frightening amount of hair and gives a hoarse whimper in the back of his throat.