บท 137: ~ 137: Bittersweet Home - Part 3 ~

I felt dizzy as I opened my eyes. It should have been from the excessive loss of blood but it seemed to be more from the fragrance entering my nose. I moved my head and hit the top of it on something hard.

"Ugh," said an irritated, sleepy voice. The person's hands pressed my head back to where it had been resting earlier and said, "Stay here for another few minutes and let me sleep."

"You said you will take full responsibility," I said, ducking my head from under his chin to get a full view of him. And then I zipped up my mouth from speaking another word.

He still wore his shirt but he kept it unbuttoned, showing his fully toned muscles. I averted my eyes and turned around to get out of the bed.

I stepped out of the bed and ended up stumbling. A lazy hand caught my waist and yanked me back to bed. My face had landed back on the pillow so close to his face that I caught my breath and pondered on the reason why such small things made me feel wary and dizzy.