POV: SAINT
"This is going to be so awkward. Why did you have to kiss him, Saint?" I said to myself, standing nervously at the door and gripping the handle tightly.
Last night was a sleepless one for me. My thoughts were consumed by that kiss and the sensation of his lips against mine. I got so lost in his intoxicating scent and undeniable charm that I couldn't help myself.
Taking a deep breath, I knocked on his door, but there was no response. After a few attempts, I figured he wasn't in his room. So, I headed downstairs to the kitchen.
There, I found him and Chris deep in conversation. "Hey, Saint. How are you feeling?" Chris greeted me with a friendly smile.
"Good morning, Chris. I'm feeling better now," I replied, then turned to Jackson. "Good morning," I mumbled, my gaze dropp
