The next day, Grace woke up. Her body ached everywhere, and her head was still fuzzy. Having memories of last night's intense encounter, she immediately looked to the side to see the man.
He was there—sleeping right next to her, his back facing her.
A light smile painted her lips as she moved toward him a little, despite having trouble doing so. The pain was worth it all as long as it was him—Aiden.
She circled her hand around his exposed waist and planted a gentle peck on the back of his neck, showing her affection to him.
At this, the man stirred in his sleep.
"Good morning, darling," Grace mumbled against his back, a wide smile painting her lips.
The man, now wide awake, finally turned around and looked at her. Smiling, she moved her gaze up to look at him, only to—
"Who are you?" she shouted in shock and moved away from him immediately, forgetting all the pain she was feeling.
She sat up in the bed and glared angrily at the man, who was looking at her in confusion.
