Brianna woke up to find herself lying in a room with white walls and the noticeable scent of disinfectant. She moved her hands and felt something flurry. Startled, she turned aside to see Scott sitting by the bed, his head resting on the duvet, asleep with a frown between his brows.

The morning sunlight shone through the big window and spread upon his most charming face. He looked tired and worried, even in his sleep.

Didn't he humiliate me, insult me and ask me to fuck off? What is he doing here then? Brianna thought and retreated her hand. Yet as she moved, though just slightly, she felt a sharp...