AMELIA

 I groaned as I stretched my limbs. My head hurt, though, the kind of headache from a hangover. 

I couldn’t remember I drunk irresponsibly, but it felt like someone tried squeezing it till my skull cracked.

 Then the undeniably addicting scent hit me. It was definitely better than the smell of freshly brewed coffee and sugary pastries I craved in the morning.

 I cracked my eyes open to see the most handsome man sleeping on the chair. He looked terribly uncomfortable. His hair ...