Chapter 5

LORENZO’S POV

My alarm rang and I groaned in frustration. I placed my left palm on my forehead as I felt a throbbing headache that threatened to split my head into two. The morning headache was a sign which told me I didn’t get enough night's sleep.

I tapped the screen of my phone to put it on. The brightness from the screen illuminated the bleak room briefly. Since I was a child, I had always loved sleeping in dark rooms. It somehow enabled me to fall asleep quickly but yesterday, I purposely slept late. That was why I needed the aid of an alarm to wake me up. I had to be present at the office very early today.

The time on my phone read “6:00 AM” boldly on the screen. I took a deep breath, got up from the bed, fixed my feet into my Nike slides, and proceeded to wash up. Under the shower, my mind kept reeling back to the experience I had some nights ago.

It wasn’t the first time. Memories of the time I spent with that girl — Leila — have been flooding my mind