Rosella Jones
Feeling the sun rays shine to my face, I open my eyes slowly and looked up to the ceiling. Trying to sit up, I groan and touch my head. Damn hungover! I lean my head to the headboard, looking around the place. My eyebrow scrunched when I realize this is not my room.
The bathroom door open revealing, a shirtless Kyle with a towel hanging low on his hips. My eyes widen seeing his perfectly muscle body. Damn! This guy really is fit. No wonder woman are chasing him.
"Morning sleepy head"
"Where am I?"
"You’re in a hotel room" I looked at him panicked. "What? How come?" he walked to me and cross his arms over his chest.
"It’s a long story"
"W-we d-didn’t do anything right?" the corner of his lips curl up into a smirk. He lean forward to my face, I could even smell his minty
