It was the pillow itself that was wrong. It was soft and comfortable and completely unlike sleeping on a rock! Confused, Simmons lifted himself onto his elbows and along the way, his arm brushed against what was definitely another person. That was about when his reaction upgraded from confusion to panic.
He rolled away as fast as he could, catching a glimpse of what was definitely a brown-haired woman--why was he in bed with a woman he'd never met?--before rolling straight off the edge of the bed with a loud and undignified squawk. ]