Maya’s POV
I woke up at an ungodly hour, my head pounding like a construction site. Where the hell was I? Some hotel room by the looks of it, way too fancy for my usual taste. Sunlight streamed through half-drawn curtains, making my headache even worse.
As I pushed myself up, squinting against the brightness, I nearly had a heart attack. There was Ethan—f*****g Ethan Quinn—slumped over in a chair beside the bed, fast asleep.
Holy s**t.
The morning light caught in his dark hair and fell across his rumpled dress shirt. Even exhausted and disheveled, he looked annoyingly perfect. What was he doing here? What happened last night?
I frantically checked myself under the covers. Fully dressed. Thank God. At least we hadn't... well, whatever.
I couldn't help staring at him. His
