AMELIA
I groaned as I stretched my limbs. My head hurt, though, the kind of headache from a hangover.
I couldn’t remember I drunk irresponsibly, but it felt like someone tried squeezing it till my skull cracked.
Then the undeniably addicting scent hit me. It was definitely better than the smell of freshly brewed coffee and sugary pastries I craved in the morning.
I cracked my eyes open to see the most handsome man sleeping on the chair. He looked terribly uncomfortable. His hair looked messy as if he’s been pulling it out of frustration. There was a frown between his brows. His arms folded over his chest and his legs crossed over the other.
It was already morning, the sun was bright outside. The clock on the bedside said, 7:30 AM.
I realized I was not in my bed. When I looked down,
