Ryker’s P.O.V
I woke with a banging headache, most of the night before a blur. I slowly opened my eyes, looking around. This does not look like my room. Did I hook up with someone last night? Surely, I was not that wasted I cannot remember. I looked down seeing I was not the only one in the bed. I was spooning someone. Since when the hell do, I spoon anyone? Who the hell even was it? I lifted my head to peek over to see it was. The last person I expected to see was there. Alena? What the hell? Did I f**k her last night? I know we were quite flirty when we were out, I remember that. Surely not. I would remember if I did. But if we never why the hell am I in her bed, spooning her? I lifted the covers seeing I was in my boxers and she was in her nightie.
“Alena, wake up,” I said shaking he
