I let go of his shoulders and swung my legs to the side of the bed to get up. I couldn’t stay in bed with his body pressed against mine like that. I grabbed fresh clothes from the drawer, making sure to stick my underwear between items so Adrian couldn’t see it.

Walking to the bathroom, I tossed my crazy bedhead hair over one shoulder. “You haven’t answered my question,” I reminded Adrian. I stopped at the doorway and turned. “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be in bed at this early hour?” Without waiting for his reply, I turned around and faced the sink. I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. As suspected. I looked like shit.

Adrian leaned against the door frame. He lifted one hand and pointed to my head before stating the obvious. “Your hair is a mess. What were you doing last night?”

“I’m not you, Adrian.” I gave him a deadpan stare.

I turned on the taps and washed my face. The sleepiness was slowly leaving. Adrian handed me a small towel and I thanked him as I patted my face dry. I’d been up half the night, and the other half was spent having terrible nightmares about Bryan and Carlo. If it had not been for that stupid alarm, I would’ve still been in bed, trying to catch up on the sleep I’d missed during the night. I could’ve sworn I hadn’t set the alarm last night.

I smacked Adrian’s arm.

“What the hell was that for?” Adrian jerked back then rubbed his arm.

“You fucking set the alarm, didn’t you?” I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. He did not need to answer because his face told me all there was to know. “Why the fuck did you do that?”

When I was overtired, my drunken-sailor mouth returned easily.

“Geez, Montgomery, so many fucks today.” With a cheeky quirk of his brows, he leaned forward and murmured, “Or does that only happen when I’m around?”

I shoved him out of the bathroom, closed the door, and turned the lock. His laugh was still audible through the locked door between us. I hastily showered and got dressed. Water dripped from my recently washed hair onto the floor as I towel dried my hair. I grimaced. If my mom was around, she wouldn’t be too pleased with me.

Adrian had left the bedroom and the door was closed tightly shut. I sat on the bed, toweling my hair dry, a comb resting on my thigh, waiting for its turn. After combing my hair quite violently—since there was no other way of doing it to make it look less dreadful—I placed the comb on the nightstand.

There was a knock on the door and I lifted one brow. So now he’d decided to knock after letting himself in twenty minutes ago while I had been sleeping, huh.