Diego woke up with a soft groan. Opening his eyes, he felt even more tired than he did when he went to bed. How did he get to his room anyway?
The last thing he remembered was going to the balcony for a smoke.
Rubbing his forehead slightly, he tried to remember what had happened after but was met by a brick wall. "Fuck..." he groaned softly as he threw the blanket off his body and got out of bed.
Rising to his feet, he stretched his hands and body, feeling a little exhausted. His tattoos traced down his skin like a beautiful mess, complimenting each scar that decorated his athletic body.
He ran his fingers through his hair and went into the shower.
Every minute, he felt like there was something important he was supposed to remember but didn't.
After showering and putting on a c
