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23 - Hang-over

VALENTINA'S POV

I moan into my pillow as I feel the sun shift onto my face and go to cover my face with a pillow. Squinting open my eyes; I notice that the room's roof was higher and there was a different light.

"What-" I started to groan out, but I was interrupted by a door creaking open in front of my bed.

Tilting my head, I saw water dripping down the sides of the set of pale abs at the front of my bed. Looking up at the body, I saw Francis's face, also with beads of water going down from his soaked hair and over his lips.

He was drying his face with a face towel. I was in the middle of admiring him but as I saw his gaze shift to mine, I shot my head down and pulled the covers over my face so he would think I'm still sleeping- surely.

It went quiet for a second. No sounds of footsteps or anything, but I felt my bed dip and I couldn't resist peaking one of my eyes open, only to be greeted with his golden yellow eyes, and an arrogant smirk to go along with it. He was kneeling beside the bed with both of his palms lifting his head to stare down at me

"I knew you weren't sleeping" he chuckled and resumed getting up from the bed and when I tried to do the same, I flopped back down in pain. My head was killing me, and it felt like I couldn't move without aggravating it even more.

"Alcohol does hit you hard, doesn't it?" he mumbled to me, leaning over to brush my hair out of my face with his finger.

"Wouldnt know, never had," I mumbled, not being able to think properly. He laughed and I shot him a glare, knowing he was fully aware that I couldn't move without being in pain.

As I look past him, I see that there was a glass patio door to the left of me, leading to a balcony, so this wasn't my old room or hospital room.

"We're in my room," Francis announced almost as if he was reading my mind. My eyes shoot open, and I try to get up again and my arms immediately flop, feeling like my bones were made of jelly.

"Get me out of this room," I demand, scowling at Francis, but a devious smirk appears on his face.

"That's the opposite of what you wanted last night" he boasts proudly and to this, my eyes widen even further.

Why hadn't I realised before?

I had completely lost any memory from when, I have no idea what happened, but he did something if he's this proud about it. I stared at him with a serious look, and he could tell I was desperate to know so he flopped down on his bed and over my legs, letting out a sigh.

"We didn't do anything that bad, but I won't lie. Yes, we kissed, I'm sorry but nothing further than that. You were asleep when we got back so I didn't want to wake you and thought it would be easier for you to sleep here, there was a pillow barrier " he explains and leans over me, picking up a strand of my hair and twirling it in his finger absentmindedly.

This time I felt I could trust him, he sounded more sincere.

I huffed out 'okay' quietly, but he still heard and turned his head to me questionably.
"You don't care?" he asked, and I looked at my hands as I played with my fingertips. I guess I didn't. We already had before, and I trusted that he wouldn't lie to me, that was all we did. So, I shook my head 'no' as the final answer.

Francis's smirk widened as I did that action, happy that I didn't outburst or something. He was smiling genially not smugly or sarcastically, it looked good on him. What was I saying? I couldn't fall for him now, not now that I have a plan on what to do as I learn how to get off the ground.