*Alexander's POV*
I woke up with a throbbing headache and empty memories of what happened last night. I slowly opened my eyes to see the blinding sunlight outside my window, which meant it was already late in the morning. I didn't usually oversleep, but I guessed the alcohol got the best of me, and now I was late for the day.
“What time is it?" I asked myself quietly and looked at my phone. It was already ten in the morning. I was usually a morning person, and getting out of bed at ten o'clock was a big sin.
As I got out of bed, I felt a tingling sensation in my arms—a reminder of holding onto something or someone while asleep. But what? And who? I was pretty sure it wasn't my pillow. I tried recalling every detail of what happened yesterday, but I decided to just give it up, take a q
