I wake up on the bed and when I check the wall clock it's fifteen minutes past seven. I'm alone on the bed.
I've had one of the most peaceful nights. Sleeping in Lionel's arms was one of the best feelings. I have a slight headache which is definitely from the hangover.
I get out of bed and close my eyes when I feel the softness of the fur rug.
I'm still in the dress I had on earlier.
I can hear murmurs from the balcony.
I pat barefoot to go and check and he is on phone. He's moving around as he talks to whoever it is.
He is in grey sweat pants and a white T-shirt.
I open the back door and step out. The cold breeze hits me and I hug myself to keep warm.
He turns around and when he sees me he smiles.
He is smiling at me at least, that should be a good sign. I know he said he wasn't
