I woke up in a soft bed that I instantly identified as Antons. I had a minor headache from the night before, but nothing so major I couldnt handle it. Overall, I felt relaxed and comfortable.
I curled up in the warm sheets and snuggled into the side of a warm body. An arm wrapped around me.
I had more than spectacular knowledge of the night before. I wanted to damn Samantha for getting me drunk, though it did lead to some interesting events later.
Next to me, Anton lifted his head off the pillow. I was pretending to sleep so that I could avoid the awkward discussion that would follow our conversation last night.
Anton saw right through that.
Delilah, He murmured. I know youre awake.
I let out a sleepy, drawn out groan in response.
He laughed and poked me on the cheek. I think you should probably get up soon. I want to do something with you today, and we have to hurry to make it.
Through the windows, I could see nothing. It was like it was night. What time is it?