Pearl's POV:
The next morning I woke up with a hand wrapped around me and like every cliché story, the hand belonged to Ryan, my so called husband. But the difference was what I did next. If you think, I kept looking at him like he was the last man in the world and thinking how innocent he looked while sleeping then you can't be more wrong. Because the moment I realized that Mr. Greek God here is cuddling with me, I did the one thing came to my mind. What? I pushed him off the bed.
No surprise there. That was just me being me. If you are thinking how we ended up in that position then I have to tell you that we were tired and drunk enough last night to not give a damn about where we were sleeping.
Back to the situation in hand, he sat up with a groan and frantically looked around him to
