My head throbs and does my lower body when I wake up. I slowly open my eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep, and as my vision clears, the memories of the previous night come rushing back to me. And despite the memories, which seem to be concrete yet foggy, my sleep-addled brain doesn’t register the reality or doesn’t want to accept it until I feel something heavy resting on my midriff and the feel of hot breaths against the crook of my neck.
I turn to glance beside me and let out a gasp. Despite knowing who it is, somehow I still hoped for a miracle. I turn away and stare at the ceiling, and try to calm my rabbeting heartbeat.
So that wasn’t all just a horrid dream? Well of course, it wasn’t because the soreness in my lower body is the proof of that. For one thing I am happy and t
