Hazel's POV

I woke up to the loud tickling of the old clock hanging on the wall. My mind snapped to last night and in a hurry, I turned my face towards the other side of the bed only to find it totally empty, left all just for me.

A slight of relief escaped my lips as I realized he already left. I mean, how was I expected to meet his gaze after the way I perfectly handled him last night?

Never knew there would be a time where I will find it hard to control myself till yesterday night. As soon as he instructed me to do whatever possible...