The sun immediately beamed through the curtains as soon as it had been pulled away from the floor to ceiling window. Ethan groaned at the sudden gush of light that rushed to hit his face. He wanted to complain, but his throat was dry and burning, causing him to use his immediate reflexe as pulling the quilt above his head, but the quilt was immediately grabbed away from him.
However, his mind was blurry, causing him to be unable to determine the voice talking to him, but the voice seemed annoyed for some reasons.
'Was it Hazel?'
He had thought, but he knew it was definitely impossible, why would Hazel be the one to wake him up in na nearly unfamiliar, yet familiar environment. The last records he had of yesterday was him being invited by friends for a drink.
He didn't usually drink muc
