CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
BECK’S POV
The lights filtering through the grey curtains was what woke me up in the morning. A smile creeped up my face as I rolled over, the side of my face planted against the plushy pillow as a rundown of yesterday’s events raced in my brain. After the club, we had come to his place since his housemate wasn’t around and well, I think we broke two vases. The door opened, making me flip over again, my eyes resting on Oscar. Maybe it was the fact that I had just woken up but there was something positively different about him today morning. Instead of the smirk he always wore, today morning he had a warm smile dancing on his face.
“Its seven,” he said.
“Okay?” I gave him a confused look.
“Damn! You don’t remember? You asked me to make sure I wake you up on time for
