Sierra pov.
I slowly opened my eyes, feeling disoriented. As I glanced around, a wave of confusion washed over me when I realized I was in his bed. An overwhelming ache throbbed in my head, forcing me to recline and shut my eyes briefly.
Questions swirled in my mind. "What happened, and why am I in his bed?" I attempted to recollect the events, but each effort intensified the pounding pain in my head, tempting me to abandon the quest for answers.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, and my heart raced as I saw him standing there, staring at me. Fear surged through me, making me contemplate escape, unsure of his intentions.
He slowly approached me, each step resonating with the rapid thumping of my heart. I longed to vanish, to find a place where he couldn't reach or see me.
