Manuel pov

I opened my eyes slowly when I heard the heartbeat of someone beside me. Judging from the scent, I knew exactly who it was.

“Finally awake. Are you good?” Ryan asked, looking down at me from behind the couch.

I exhaled, pushing myself up as I rubbed my eyes. “How long have I been asleep?”

He lifted his wrist, checking his watch. “It’s five p.m.”

I paused mid-motion and turned to look at him, eyebrows furrowed. “I slept for that long?”

He nodded. “Yep. Not ...