Breaking a blank mind

My eyes were still heavy, and my body ached all over, I stretched out my legs with a few 'cracks' as my bones settled back in place. I guess I didn't sleep so well.

As my conciousness returned, I was brought to focus by the sensation of movement against my lips. I was...being kissed? But, by who!?

I opened my eyes slowly, so as not to be blinded by the morning sun glowing beyond the curtains. I could see a young man, with tanned skin and tousled blonde hair, don't get me wrong, he looked good. But, I don't fancy being kissed by a strange man first thing in the morning.

I jolted upright, knocking him in the head as I did, and he fell on the bed with a thump, clutching the area.

"Ouch...Sorry, I-I thought you were awake, just pretending to sleep, ya know? sorry to wake you.." He said, still holding the bruised lump on his forehead.

"Who-who are you..and, why are you in my room?" I asked, still a little dazed and unsettled from the kiss.

"Oh, come on Hannah, not the whole fake amnesia thing again...That jokes getting old."

Honestly, he's got some nerve! I grew annoyed with his lax attitude, but when he got up, and came towards me, I got scared. The panic took over and I...slapped him, right across the face. He landed back on the bed, the covers flying up around him.

"Hannah! what was that for!? I may have woke you up, but not on purpose! geez! are you on your period, or something?!" He yelled.

That's it. As soon as he sat up, by the time he looked my way, he was flung back once again by a right hook, landed in his cheek. I hastily escaped, running down an unfamiliar staircase. This ..isn't my house...

I ran for the door, frantically shaking the handle. locked. great. My breathing grew heavy, as the man raced towards me, I backed against the door.

"Hannah, Hannah, are you ok!? Your acting weird, did you get a hangover or something last night? then again, it was just a little wine..." He mumbled the last part. His hand reached up to my face, I flinched and he stopped, looking worried.

"Hannah-"

"Who are you..." I asked, in fear.

He still looked concerned, but, relaxing a little, he answered.

"Zach..Your fiancée?"