Olivia POV
“Wake up, Ken! It’s already ten in the morning!” Ken slept beside me. In my bed. Which can fit only one person. How did we fit? We slept sideways. I sighed remembering how he cried out last night. More than the financial support, his family had disowned him. Ken loves his family, and he wanted them to accept him who he is.
“Wakey, wakey! Wake up, Kenny!” I flicked his forehead. Again. Then another.
“Damn, Olivia, stop it!” He groaned and opened one eye to take a peek at my bedside clock. “s**t! It’s only eight! Leave me alone, Barbie!” He turned to his side, his back facing me. And, yes, he still calls me ‘Barbie’ every now and then.
Ken cannot be experiencing hangover, right? We did not drink too much last night, just one can for me and two cans for him. I still wake up at
