Chapter 14. Living in Lala Land

When she woke up, her eyelids felt heavy as if she’d been sleeping all day. She lifted herself to a sitting position and groaned with the effort because her back was sore.

“You’re awake,” a man whispered.

She turned to her right and saw a deliciously handsome man sitting on the chair beside her bed. He was staring at her as if she was an angel descending from heaven.

He was dressed in a sky-blue polo shirt and blue jeans. His black wavy hair was badly in need of a trim and his hazel eyes glowed with awe.

“What are you doing here?” She asked him.

“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up,” he replied in a deep baritone voice.

He reached for her hand, but she shrank away from him. What a creep! It wasn’t enough that he’d sat there and watched her sleep, now he wanted to touch her too.

“Are you ok?” He asked.

“I should be asking you that question. Why are you here? What do you want from me?”

His expression changed from joy to confusion.