ELARA’S POV
My head was killing me. I slowly opened my eyes, the light burning and making me instantly close them again. I groaned, burying my face into the pillow. I shouldn’t have gotten so drunk last night. But fear of the unknown, which was what Theron might expect on our wedding night, had made me anxious. Anxious enough to drink more than I ever had in my life.
Remembering Theron, I sat up, squinting around the room. Theron was nowhere to be seen; he only had left his bag, a pallet of pillows, and a blanket on the floor. Where did he go?
I groggily remembered seeing him shirtless last night in all his glory. And if the smirk had told me anything about him, he knew what he looked like. And he was damn proud of it. But I couldn’t argue that his body was impressive. Remembering him b
