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LEAH'S POV:
I woke up feeling groggy, my head pounding slightly, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure where I was. The soft warmth beneath me was comforting, too comforting, until I realized—I wasn’t in my bed. My eyes shot open, and I nearly stopped breathing when I saw where I was. Or more accurately, *who* I was lying on.
Zayan.
My body tensed immediately. What the hell am I doing on him?
The clock on the wall blinked 6:10 AM, far too early for this kind of shock. I quickly tried to push myself off him without waking him, but of course, that wasn’t going to happen. As soon as I moved, Zayan’s eyes fluttered open. He looked down at me, and a slow, smug grin spread across his face.
“Well, well, look who’s finally awake,” he said in that irritatingly cocky tone, his voice rough from sleep.
I sat up quickly, trying to hide the embarrassment creeping up my face. “What—how did I end up here?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. My mind was blank, last night just a blur of fragmented memories.
Zayan stretched lazily, clearly amused by my confusion. “You don’t remember? Typical,” he said, sounding entirely too pleased with himself.
I shot him a glare. “No, I don’t. What happened? And why was I *sleeping on you*?”
He chuckled, that annoying smirk never leaving his face. “You were drunk. I brought you back here. You got... clingy,” he said, like it was the funniest thing in the world.
“Clingy? Me? That’s impossible,” I snapped. There was no way I would’ve done that.
“Well, you did. And you even mumbled something about how you didn’t want to be alone anymore,” he added, clearly enjoying every second of my mortification.
I felt my face flush. “I did not say that,” I muttered, trying to piece together any recollection of the night.
“Yeah, you did,” he said with that stupid grin still on his face. “Though it’s a little late to deny it now.”
My frustration boiled over. “You should’ve woken me up or something!”
“Where’s the fun in that?” he shot back with a smirk, his eyes glinting with mockery.
I groaned and buried my face in my hands. This was a disaster. The last thing I wanted was to be at his mercy like this. “I can’t believe this,” I muttered, more to myself than to him.
“You needed someone, that’s all,” Zayan said, sounding almost sincere for half a second before that sarcastic edge crept back into his voice. “I’m just doing my good deed for the day.”
I glanced at him, biting back a retort. *Why did it have to be him of all people?* “Thanks… I guess. But don’t expect me to fall for any of your ‘good deed’ bullshit,” I said, folding my arms across my chest.
Zayan shrugged, his smirk only growing. “No one said you had to. But hey, you could at least try to be a little grateful.”
I rolled my eyes. “Grateful? For what? Letting me wake up on *you* like some kind of pathetic damsel in distress?”
He chuckled again, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “If the shoe fits…”
“God, you’re impossible,” I muttered, shaking my head. I wasn’t sure what irritated me more—the fact that I had ended up like this, or how much he was enjoying it.
“And yet here we are,” he replied with a wink that made me want to punch him.
The truth was, I was still too shaken from the night before to deal with this properly. But one thing was for sure: I wasn’t going to give Zayan the satisfaction of thinking he’d gotten under my skin—any more than he already had.
I had no idea how I’d gotten myself into this situation, but as far as I was concerned, this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
