Stella's POV
I awoke with the most terrible headache I'd ever had. I couldn't even open my eyes because of the pain. I have no memory of what occurred at the party yesterday.
I felt like I was trapped in a cage and couldn't even move. Something was blocking my movement. I finally opened my eyes after several minutes of struggling. and was greeted by Alessio's most handsome face.
His hair has fallen to his face, and his lips have opened slightly. and was snoring slightly. He appeared to be at peace. I gradually removed his hair, which had fallen into his face.
Hold on a second...
Where on earth am I?
More importantly, why am I sleeping with him? Oh my God, did I sleepwalk to his place or what? no. I seriously hope not.
I looked around and saw how neat and beautiful the place was. I returned my focus to him. He was still dozing off. I stood there staring at him, debating whether or not to wake him up.
But before I could do anything, my stomach began to growl, indicating that I hadn't eaten anything. Given how loud it was, I suppose I didn't eat anything yesterday either. and it was that sound that slowly roused him.
His eyelids slowly opened, and his gaze fell on mine. and a warm smile appeared on his lips. "Hey, good morning," he said quietly. His morning voice had an influence on my body, Lord.
"Hiii, good morning," I said shyly, "and how did I end up here?" I wondered. "You don't remember anything that happened yesterday?" he inquired, his eyes widening
I shook my head no. "Oh my god, there is a lot to say; we will talk about it after breakfast. I'm starving," he added, and I nodded in agreement.
"What was the sound before?" he inquired. "What sound?" I asked, my face blank.
"It sounded like a washing machine or something," he explained. What the hell did he just compared my stomach growling to a washing machine? Was it really that bad?
"Well, I'm not sure what you're talking about; I didn't hear it," I responded as I stood up swiftly. He offered me a toothbrush and said he'd use another restroom; he instructed me to use the one next to the bedroom where we slept.
Alessio's POV
I entered the room and hurriedly shut the door. and sighed as I leaned against it.
I didn't experience a nightmare for the first time in two years.
I even tried counselling a year ago, but it didn't help. But I didn't have any nightmares yesterday. But why is this so? Is it because Stella was beside me? I really did have a great night's sleep and felt really relaxed.
I'm not sure how she'll react when she finds out what occurred yesterday.
Will she hate me?
Will I never see her again?
Will I lose her before I even have a chance to have her...?