Ines’s P.O.V
A groan escaped my lips and the last thing that I least expected was me waking up to a banging headache.
“Why does my head hurt this much? '' I groaned, dragging myself out of the bed before heaving an exasperated sigh. I darted my eyes towards the clock and my lips parted in shock.
Why in the world did I wake up by 11:55 am?
I was meeting with Fiona’s grandfather by 9 Am! How could I have slept that much? I was always conscious of time, how did I end up waking up late?
This was weird.
He would be so mad at me— I presumed.
Dragging my feet towards the bathroom, I soon paused in my tracks when something flashed through my head.
I was sleeping next to Dashiell.
Maybe I had a dream or it could be a figment of my imagination because I didn't know why I would sleep
