Bridget’s POV

Kai scrambled up from the bed, agitated. His hair, oh, his beautiful, thick hair, was disheveled. My eyes roamed around his shirtless body. Its familiarity hit me. I missed him terribly. I missed lying on his chest and rubbing the hairs on his body. I missed ---

“Where are my clothes? What the hell did you do to me last night?” he yelled. Screaming only made his headaches worse. He groaned, grabbing at his head. He rubbed his temples to ease his pain. I dashed over with the ...