Alari's pov
The light was blinding and my head was pounding, opening my eyes felt like absolute horror.
I groaned, turning away from the light, hoping the other side wasn't as bright.
“Good morning love” I heard Damien's voice and groaned, why was he so loud?!
“My head hurts” I whispered, moving impossibly close to him, the contact made it a little better.
“Sorry love” he said, his voice now lowered as he kissed my forehead and I was grateful for that.
“I know something that will help but you have to get up” he whispered, gently stroking my hair and I groaned again, hating that little fact.
Why couldn't we just stay like this? This was comfortable, this was nice, this took away the ache.
“I know this feels good but it won't take the pain away for good, you have to get up” he
