Amethyst’s POV
"I love you. Have I told you that enough?" he suddenly said, breaking the silence that had lingered in the air.
"Yeah, I know. You've told me multiple times," I replied, chuckling softly, unable to hide my amusement at the sincerity of his declaration.
He smiled back at me, his expression a mixture of warmth and relief.
"Then, I'm glad," he said simply.
I couldn't help but smile in response, feeling a rush of happiness wash over me.
Then, without warning, I woke up.
I stared at the ceiling for a moment, gathering my thoughts, before I finally sat up, feeling the heaviness of sleep fade away.
A groan escaped my lips as I was abruptly hit by a wave of discomfort in my head—oh, the dreaded hangover.
Oh, crap.
"Good morning to you," Celine chirped as she entered the ro
