Fifteen minutes ago,
“Hmm,” Ethan woke up with a low, painful groan. His skull throbbed like someone had stuffed tiny rocks inside it. His vision blurred for a second. He shut his eyes for a while before regaining his clear vision.
He tried to lift his hand to press his aching temple, but he noticed something. Soft hair tickles his knuckles. Someone else was inside his room.
He froze. Slowly, he turned his head. And there he saw Jasmine. She was sleeping soundly by his bedside, her upper body slumped forward on the mattress. Her cheek was dangerously resting close to his arm, breath fanning his skin.
Her long, silky blonde hair spilled all over the bed, the ends brushing lightly against his skin. Her breathing was soft, completely unaware of the world around her.
He couldn’t take his
