Anya POV
As I blinked away from a dreamless sleep, I squinted and rolled away from the light that was almost blinding as it poured in through the windows. My vision was blurred and strained as my heavy eyes fought to open.
As my vision became more focused, I glanced around, taking in my surroundings. Where am I?
The bed I am in feels like a cloud, the sheets are soft and silky and I have to fight hard not to drift back to sleep. My body feels exhausted.
The more I took in the room around me, the more it looked familiar. The vintage looking décor, the curtains hanging from the posts of the bed, the wall of windows. I know this room.
Crap. I am in Gio’s room. What the hell am I doing in Gio’s room and how did I get here? The last thing I remember was that I had run from this very
