(SKYLAR)
I woke up when I felt the bright sun on my face. My eyes refused to open but I forced them to and was met with the sight of Jordan sitting on the table out in the balcony having breakfast.
He was dressed in his formal wear.
My head was a war zone and I was standing in the middle. The events from last night were now attacking me altogether.
A cannon made of the wonderful night we had hit me from one side, bombing me with the memories that made my stomach flutter and my toes curl at the same time.
From the other side, I was attacked by bazookas firing explosive rockets made of memories of the rest of the night that made me want to hurl my stomach's contents and curl up in a corner to bawl like a baby.
Speaking of my stomach's contents, it growled loudly and I lifted the blanket to stare at it.
I was waiting for Jordan to return when I had fallen asleep last night. I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday afternoon.
