The morning sun light stung my eyes, even before I opened them.
For a moment, I didn't even remember where I was. Then the smell of Alex's cologne hit me crisp, cold, a little like gunmetal and cedarwood and it all came rushing back.
I was in his room and his bed.
I groaned quietly, dragging myself up and pressing my palms against my face. My body ached, not from pain exactly, just… exhaustion. My thoughts felt like they'd been wrung out.
Then I saw it.
My phone. Sitting neatly on the nightstand.
It wasn't there last night, i had left it at the charging table yesterday before coming to bed.
For a few seconds I just stared at it, the black screen reflecting my face,all eyes puffy, my lips cracked and hair a mess. Then, with a shaky breath, I reached for it.
The screen lit up. One missed call. Unknown number.
And one text message. From an unknown number.
Unknown: If you value your life, don't marry him.
My stomach dropped.
