Pearl's POV:
The next morning I woke up with a hand wrapped around me and like every cliché story, the hand belonged to Ryan, my so called husband. But the difference was what I did next. If you think, I kept looking at him like he was the last man in the world and thinking how innocent he looked while sleeping then you can't be more wrong. Because the moment I realized that Mr. Greek God here is cuddling with me, I did the one thing came to my mind. What? I pushed him off the bed.
No surprise there. That was just me being me. If you are thinking how we ended up in that position then I have to tell you that we were tired and drunk enough last night to not give a damn about where we were sleeping.
Back to the situation in hand, he sat up with a groan and frantically looked around him to know the reason behind his fall. When he found out it was just me, he tried to burn me with his eyes. Well, as we all know the keyword here is 'tried', because he was no dragon.
