Miles’s POV
I squinted, trying to open my eyes. My head pounded like a hammer striking against my skull. Groaning, I rubbed my eyes, hoping to clear my blurry vision, but it only made things worse. Slowly, my surroundings came into focus, and a sharp pain shot through my head, forcing another groan from my lips.
A soft sound beside me made me turn, and my breath hitched. Daphne lay next to me.
Confusion settled in. Why was she in my bed? How did I even get here? My memory was a complete blur. What the hell happened last night? I really needed to quit drinking.
She stirred, shifting closer, her hand brushing against my arm. My eyebrows shot up. She looked so peaceful, her delicate features relaxed in sleep. Her pointed nose, the gentle curve of her heart-shaped face—she was breathtaking
