Sarah’s POV:
I try to pry open my eyes, only specks of dim light entering through and my head pounding uncontrollably. I bring my hand to my forehead and rub it. I know I am lying down, but how I came into this situation is beyond me. I flicked my eyes open ever so slightly and I see a hand reaching for a glass. I close my eyes again as my head throbs. I try to push myself to look again, this time noticing two, strong legs sitting in a brown, leather sofa not far away. I close my eyes, hating how painful it feels right now. When I open it again, I see the glass being lifted up to meet a very kissable set of lips. The lips sit in a straight and hard-line across a serious-looking face. HIS, serious-looking face to be exact. I shoot up, finally gathering myself and realizing what has happen
