Kayla’s POV
When I opened my eyes again, the room plunged into darkness.
The only source of light came from the white snow outside, casting a faint glow through the colored glass into the black room.
"What time is it?" I asked, dazed, as I sat up on the bed, searching for my phone.
"Here it is." Harrison unlocked my phone, glanced at the screen, and handed it to me.
"It's already 3:22."
"So late," I rubbed my temples, still not fully recovered from exhaustion.
"Go back to sleep. I'll wake you up tomorrow." Harrison's voice sounded gentle and warm.
I turned to look at him. Sleep had shut down my brain for a few seconds, and then I remembered what had happened between Harrison and me last night.
I instinctively pulled the blanket up to cover myself.
"I don't want to see you suffocating under the blanket," a large hand pulled the blanket under my neck. "It's not our first time. There's nothing to be shy about."
