Laurel
“Laurel….wake up.” I slowly open my eyes. My head feels like someone slammed it into a concrete wall. And my mouth is drier than the desert. A pair of light green eyes hover over me and I panic. Strong hands hold my shoulders down though. “Slow down Laurel. It’s me.” Ellis. It’s Ellis.
I lay back in relief only to panic again. Why is Ellis leaning over me in my bed?
I turn my head because the pillow smells so much like him. This is not my bed or my room. What the hell did I do last night?
“Don’t panic. You lost your keycard and stayed here last night. I slept on the couch and you slept in the bed. Wake up a little more and I’ll explain the rest of the story.”
Phew! That’s a relief, why didn’t he just go get another card though?
“Laurel do you remember being at the bar las
