Michael’s POV
When I woke up, I hoped with all my heart that everything that happened last night was just a dream.
My eyelids felt heavy. My head pounded like someone had been drumming against my skull all night. Slowly, I opened one eye and scanned my surroundings. The familiar smell of lavender air freshener hit me first, followed by the faint sunlight that peeped into the room.
I blinked, letting my eyes adjust to the soft morning light spilling through the curtains. I was in my cousin’s house — in the guest room.
A long, exhausted sigh escaped my lips. “Sigh…”
I rubbed my forehead and sat up, feeling the dull ache in my temples. My gaze drifted around the quiet room — the white sheets, the folded blanket at the foot of the bed, the small glass of water on the nightstand that someo
