Ximena’s POV
The morning sun poured its golden shaft on my face. I grunted, turning to the opposite side, yet, I couldn’t sleep anymore. I sat up, yawning. I looked around the room with squinted eyes. I looked to my side and saw a silhouette of someone. I rubbed my eyes and cleared my vision. Hudson. I picked up my phone from the nightstand and my eyes popped out of their sockets. 9 AM?“Hudson?” I almost yelled, shaking him awake.“Ximena?” he jerked up, startling me. “Are you okay? Does anywhere hurt?” he asked, palpating my forehead and neck. What is wrong with him?My mouth widened when last night flashed across my mind. A bowl of water and a towel. Hudson took care of me. But why?“Get your hands off me,” I swatted his hands away. “What do you think you are doing? Cuddling me indirectly?” I snapped.“Thank God, you are still in there,” he sighed.“What’s that even supposed to mean? We are late for work already. Just
