Ayla
I awake with a groan, my head pounding. Feeling dehydrated from all the crying I did yesterday. And my stomach screamed at me for food I didn’t eat yesterday either. I felt like a mess as I tried to lift my head off of the very hard pillow I was lying on. Why did the pillow smell like a forest in the morning? The morning dew mixed with evergreen and pine.
I was trying to put my memories of yesterday in order as I wiggled my cheek against this hard pillow to make it more comfortable. It wasn’t until the pillow groaned did my eyes shot open, and I threw myself up and off of the body I was lying on. I peeked over my shoulder to find Nate, mostly naked, smirking at me. I internally cursed myself for being such a weirdo. There was no way I could play this off.
“Ayla, are you okay?” His
