I roll on my side lazily. Opening my eyes, I'm blinded by the scotching light of the sun from the wide window.
This isn't my room, I know but I'm too lazy to move. I have a throbbing headache and my body aches.
"Hi, you're up?" The husky voice I can never fail to recognize asks.
"No, just go away. I'm too tired to talk."
"No Ava, you have to get up and eat, you can't stay in bed all day. You need to get rid of the hangover you have." He replies.
"I don't have a hangover, I'm just tired." I tell him and close my eyes.
"You never listen anyway." He says lifting me off the bed and I open my eyes to see his smoky hot chest.
He walks down some stairs with me in his hands.
"You're too light, are you eating at all?" He asks and I frown.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm actually carrying you and
