Chapter 225

Maya’s POV I woke up at an ungodly hour, my head pounding like a construction site. Where the hell was I? Some hotel room by the looks of it, way too fancy for my usual taste. Sunlight streamed through half-drawn curtains, making my headache even worse. As I pushed myself up, squinting against the brightness, I nearly had a heart attack. There was Ethan—fucking Ethan Quinn—slumped over in a chair beside the bed, fast asleep. Holy shit. The morning light caught in his dark hair and fell across his rumpled dress shirt. Even exhausted and disheveled, he looked annoyingly perfect. What was he doing here? What happened last night? I frantically checked myself under the covers. Fully dressed. Thank God. At least we hadn't... well, whatever. I couldn't help staring at him. His usual perfectly composed expression was softened in sleep, though his eyebrows were still slightly furrowed. Something about seeing the always-in-control Ethan Quinn passed out in a chair made my heart do a stupid littl