-Olivia’s Point of View-
My eyes gradually fluttered open, the haze of sleep clinging to me as I shifted in discomfort. Blinking to clear my vision, I focused my gaze on the figure before me, Alex.
His presence was unexpected, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit disoriented. In a voice heavy with sleep, I ventured to question his presence.
“What are you doing?” I inquired, my words laden with drowsiness.
His reaction mirrored his surprise, and he spoke as though the pieces of the puzzle were slowly coming together. “Oh, you’re awake,” he noted, his voice carrying an element of astonishment.
His inquiries came one after another, delivered with a mix of curiosity and perplexity. “I found you on the ground and moved you onto the bed. Why were you sleeping on the floor? Did you fall or s
