Olivia's POV
My head was pounding.
Not a small ache. Not a dull throb.
It felt like someone had taken a hammer and struck my skull from the inside.
I groaned softly and turned my face into the pillow, squeezing my eyes shut. The room spun anyway. My mouth was dry. My body felt heavy. Wrong.
Slowly, I forced my eyes open.
The world came into focus in pieces. The curtains. The faint morning light. The familiar ceiling.
Then I saw him.
Kaine.
He was sitting in the chair near the wall, still, silent, watching me.
My heart jumped violently in my chest.
"What—" I croaked, my voice rough. "What are you doing here?"
He straightened immediately, like a guard caught out of position. "You woke up."
I frowned, confusion sliding quickly into unease. Why was he in my room? Why did my chest feel tight just looking at him?
Then—
Memory hit.
Not all at once.
In fragments.
The drink.
The anger.
The grief.
His arms around me.
My lips on his.
Oh Moon.
