Bab 19: Chapter 19: Starstruck

Gray’s POV

My brain is f*cking pounding inside my skull like a drill constantly hammering into my temples. The light shining in from who knows what goddamn direction isn’t making the pounding any better and I desperately want to scream in annoyance by it. I never sleep with the curtains drawn, so why the f*ck are they open now? Did I get so hammered I forgot to close them when I got home last night? That makes the most logical sense to me.

My limbs feel as though they have been filled with cement as I try to push my chest away from the mattress that smells of sweet lotus lavender. Wait… lotus and lavender. Where do I know that scent from and why is it making my body scream with pleasure?