EMMA’s POV :

The next morning, I woke up to a pounding in my head. Groaning aloud, I stirred in the bed and my hands went to rub my temples.

“Good morning,” I heard Ian’s chuckle and I felt the bed dipped.

“Mmh-ugh,” I replied in incoherent mumbling.

He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. I sighed and smiled lazily in response. On any other day, I would grab his gorgeous face and kiss the hell out of him, but not today. I was too weak and ...