Chapter 9

I am sleeping deeply when someone comes to disturb me and my beauty sleep. I open my eyes and meet a pair of hazel-green eyes. I wonder who has these beautiful eyes, and then it clicks to my head it's Enzo. I quickly sit up. Why does he like waking me up like this? He can simply tap me. He does not have to put his beautiful face in my face to get me to wake up. I look out the window to see it’s still dark, so I am wondering why in God’s name he is waking me up.

“Why are you waking me up? It’s still dark outside.” I say rubbing my eyes.

“We have to be on our way in the next hour, and you have thirty minutes to get ready. If you’re not, I will leave you,” Enzo says and walks out.

What is his problem? Did he wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Thinking of bed, how did I get to my bed? Enzo must have carried me. ‘WOW’ maybe that’s why he is angry. But carrying me to my bed when he could have just woken me won’t cause him to be angry, or would it? Maybe I should ask h