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AMAIRA

My eyes groggily opened up, and once they fluttered slightly to adjust to the light which had seeped in, I groaned, already stretching, having assumed that I had just woken up from a nap.

"Amaira!" I heard my name in panic, and in shock that someone was lying next to me, I turn sharply to my side only to see…

I suddenly yelled in fright and on sitting up on the bed, I scrambled back on my butt and hands, eyes wide in fright and horror on seeing the strange man on my bed.

"Amaira it's okay. It's me, okay. You're back at home."

Home?

What was he talking about?

I still had an apprehensive look in my eyes as I tried as hard as I could to get to the farthest end of the Bed- away from him.

"Amaira?" He now had a confused look on his face as he stared at me, brows furrowed like he was seeing me for the first time.

Who was this man?

And why was he in bed with me?

Not that I was complaining though, I mean seriously, he was an epitome of perfection, created to the best possible