Vanessa's POV:
The clearing of throat in the distance woke me up and I jolted upward. My eyes flutter open softly as I take in the figure sitting on a chair close to my bed, his eyes boring into mine deeply.
"How are you feeling?" He asks softly, his voice warm and tenderly making me feel like I was wrapped inside a cotton cloth.
I look to the side and see that he's watching me with hawk-like eyes.
"Who are..."
"Do you feel like it's a..." We speak at the same time before he lets out a small chuckle. It has a way of lighting up his face and I can't help but be in awe of him.
I try to figure out who he is. Is he Chuck or Charles? He is wearing a hoodie so I can't see his hair. It hugs all the right places.
"Go first, you're the lady." He says and I mostly stare at him tiredly,
