"Love, Confessions, and Karma"
Hazel's POV
I woke up with the sunlight filtering gently through the curtains, my limbs tangled in the sheets, and my body sore in all the places Alex had touched last night.
The memory sent a wave of heat across my cheeks.
Before I could sit up, the door opened.
Alex walked in with a tray—toast, scrambled eggs, fruit, and orange juice, looking maddeningly calm in a gray shirt and sweatpants.
"Good morning, sunshine," he said, placing the tray on the side table. His eyes trailed over me and sparkled. "How are you feeling? Any pain?"
I ducked my head, clutching the sheets to my chest. "No… not really. I mean… not painful pain."
He chuckled, brushing his fingers against my jaw. "So… sore?"
"Alex!" I gasped, covering my face.
He leaned down and kissed
