YASSIN'S P.O.V
I open my eyes and when her beautiful scent fills my nose. I wish I could be waking up to the smell of her cologne every day.
I remember last night. The night was magical. I love this girl. I stretch my arms to her side but it's cold. She's probably in the bathroom. I hope she doesn't regret last night because what happened was beautiful.
I had a feeling, we both weren't in a good headspace, but our bodies were yearning for each other.
But if she's in the bathroom, her side of the bed isn't supposed to be this cold. I turn to check the time, it's already nine in the morning and I have missed calls from Bill and Olive. I call Bill first because I'm sure it's urgent.
I can call Olive later on.
He picks on the first call.
"What?"
"We always have girls for a sleepover b
