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Chapter 23

Groaning, I shifted. Stretching out my limbs, I felt the smooth fabric of the duvet. Ray of sun was invading my eyes and for some outrageous reason, the nature lover inside me didn't like it. I wondered why. Oh yes! Could it possibly be the drum that ceaselessly drumming inside my head?

Why there is a headache?

The foremost thing I had undertaken was to draw the curtain so daylight no more is one of the reasons behind my headache. As I was pacing in my dorm room rummaging for tablets that could ease my headache, there was a angst feeling spurting inside. There occurred to be something, something extremely significant thing which was bypassing my mind. When I couldn't discover any medications, I concluded to advance to Grace's space, where certainly I could uncover the tablet, because of her regular dependence on the headache pills due to drastic drinking habit.

Relinquishing my room, I enter the grace side with my hands rubbing my temple upward and downward motion to ease the ache. My eyes widened to the scene displayed in front of me and instinctively a shrieked drew out of my jaws.

Aiden was slumbering on the couch, his one arm loosely hung downwards in the air and the other draped over his forehead. His face looks soft, even the rise and fall of his chest creating a perfect rhythm. It's there anything he refrains from conducting faultlessly?

Perhaps, my shriek arose his from his deep slumber because shortly, there was a toss and turn and Aiden's eyes infinitesimally opened.

" Why are you being so loud in the morning?" His deep voice said erupting a rapture shiver through my body. My headache was long forgotten, all I could behold was Aiden's chiseled face and soft brown curls which weaved due to slumbering.

"You startled me," I said, as Aiden dropped in limbs on the floor and his back rested his against the couch.

"And what are you doing here?" I added, striding a little closer to him. His clever eyes seem to be calculating something. A competent look blanketed him, he scrutinized me with his dark and deep gaze.

An eternity of silence passed away.

"I arrived in the morning to meet Grace," he ultimately drew out a retort, circumventing to meet my gaze. Again, the feeling of oblivion inundated me.

"Okay....wait, we went to the lake, I don't remember coming here," as soon as the question vacated from my mouth, I saw his shoulder tense. My mind was entirely clouded, there is no recollection of last night.

"You are asking a fair number of questions, spare me, for god sake it's morning!" He snarled. I had seen irritation myriad times coated on his exterior but presently it seemed coerced and counterfeit.

Not preferring to flourish another reason to weigh my already aching head with getting into argument, I retired to the bathroom to take a comforting shower. Momentarily, I exited the shower, invigorated for facing the day. A fine aroma of food lingered in the air persuading me toward it. Rapidly, my footsteps carried me into the small kitchen.

"Your cookery is the only thing I like about you," I conceded. Aiden was standing and preparing, I assumed pancakes from my sight.

" Well, this certainly was not the thing you said me last night." He mumbled under his breath.

"What?" I ambled towards the counter and stand next to him. The countered was littered with ingredients and flour, he was conceivably a promising chef but cleanliness wasn't his dexterity.

"I said that, if you want to eat then work for it," he said while pouring some ingredients into the bowl. Regardless of the quintessence in his retort, it felt that he had said something varied earlier.