LOUISE SMITH
I squint my eyelids, forcing them open with difficulty, looking at the white ceiling. I let out a long sigh as I remember last night—Kristofer’s hands on my body and his mouth on every part of my skin. Instinctively, a smile forms on my lips, but then I remember where I am and quickly sit up in bed all at once.
"Oh damn, I'm in deep trouble!" I say, with my heart in my throat.
“How the hell did I end up sleeping here?”
"Good morning to you too."
I look to the side and see the reason for my demise, looking at me with a cheeky smile on his lips.
"There's nothing good about this morning. Damn! My dad is going to kill me. He’s going to tear Louise to pieces and have it for breakfast. My God, I was supposed to be having breakfast with him—just like I do every day." I jump out
