Finn POV
As my eyes opened—I realized it wasn't dark anymore, it was shining bright, and I immediately panicked. I should be in my studio, not here. With fear, I tilted my head to the side and confirmed my terror.
Cheryl was awake. Her head was depending on her palm while her elbow supported her as she stared at my bare skin.
Shit!
I slept off. I was sure she must hate me more than she did before.
And when our eyes met, I forced myself to explain. With a sharp swallow, I began. "I didn't mean to. I wanted—"
"Do you really mean it when you said you love me?"
What?
My pupil must be dilated, for even I could feel the confusion I wore immediately, those words left Cheryl's lips.
"Why?" I questioned the girl staring at me.
"I've never loved anyone romantically but... but I am hop
