Carla's POV

In the morning, I wake up to the unfamiliar surroundings of Lucian's bedroom. Confusion floods my mind as I try to remember how I ended up here. The last thing I recall is being at a party, surrounded by friends and drowning my sorrows in alcohol. My head is pounding, a painful reminder of the excessive drinking from the previous night.

"Hey, you're finally up," he says, his voice soft and soothing. "How are you feeling?" Lucian, sitting on the edge of the bed, notices my awakening and looks at me with concern.

"What happened last night?" I ask, my voice shaky. I rub my temples and sit...