It was the second day of our vacation. The repeated knocks on my door jolted me awake.

I was still yawning and rubbing my blurry eyes when I opened it.

"What is it?" I grumbled, my eyes still half closed.

"You look terrible and your breath stinks."

My jaw dropped to the floor when I recognized who the owner of that voice was- it was Garren! 

That's when I realized that I hadn't fixed my appearance yet. I didn't even bother to brush my hair!

Without any preamble, I slammed the door shut, which was a bad decision.

"Fucking hell!"

I heard his grunt and curse. I was alarmed. He...