Taylor woke up to a throbbing headache, the kind that came with both a hangover and regret.
It was too quiet, and the sunlight streaming through the blinds was personal attack number one. He grumbled and stretched his arms, groaned, but froze midway.
This wasn't his bed - the sheets felt too silky, the room far too pristine, and the delicate scent of lavender in the air wasn't his style at all. His heart plummeted as realization set in.
But before he could catch his second thought, the door creaked open, and in she strolled carrying a tray. "Hey, baby! Look who's finally up!" she chirped all too bright for what mood he was in.
She set the tray down beside him and sat lightly at the bed's edge with her damned annoying beaming smile.
"I made coffee for you," she went on, easing the cu
