Waking up with a pounding headache, Logan growled in pain as he held his forehead that was banging. He dragged himself out of bed with a terrible hangover. At that time, Olive was already gone.
He didn’t remember her sleeping on his bed the previous night and he was better off not knowing.
He slipped his legs into his slippers, pulling himself in the direction of the bathroom. He went in and came out after a few minutes.
His eyes were less drowsy because he went to wash his face and brush his teeth but that pounding headache remained.
He spotted his phone on the couch and he went to get it, he sighed when he saw the forty missed calls from Ravenna and also three from Scott.
The early morning sun brightened up the room and kissed Logan’s skin, he was only in black pants and he was shirtless.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his back faced the window, and his hands swiped through his phone screen.
It was 8 Am, birds chirping outside and the soft waves made the morning soothing and the c
