#Chapter177
Lynnex's POV
I groan as I turn onto my side, the wonderful aroma of bacon entering my nose.
I wait a few moments before eventually opening my eyes and attempting to find the source of the scent.
/"Good morning, sleepyhead/" my best friend says from the mini kitchen area of our hotel room
I glance over in that direction only to furrow my brows.
The brunette is incredibly energetic as she flips over a pancake.
I allow my eyes to trail over her body, quickly noticing that her hair is now flowing behind her back instead of being up in a messy bun, her giant hoodie from last night is still attached to her body and that she seems to have removed her night shorts.
I am too tired to even allow the fact that she has no pants on register in my brain.
I continue to silently stare at her as she turns off the stove and begins to walk over to me with a plate of food.
