#Chapter 77: The Morning After

Amber’s POV In a panic, I tapped at my body. No… no… I was still wearing clothes. If I’d slept with Julian, surely I would be naked? I glanced around. The spot on the bed beside me was empty. I myself was laying on top of the blanket, as if someone had just placed me here, rather than us diving beneath the covers for sex. But if we didn’t sleep together, then what the hell was I doing here? And where was Julian? Last night was such a blur. A glass of water and a couple of aspirin sat on the bedside table. Despite my upset at being in Julian’s room, my headache was an irritation. I reached for them, taking the aspirin and then downing the water. As I lowered the glass again, I finally spotted Julian. He was sleeping on the floor beside the bed. He didn’t even have a pillow or a blanket, but his eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling gently, blissfully unaware of the panic I was feeling at waking up in this place, in the room. I scanned the room for my purse and saw