The next morning, Mia opened her eyes. At first, her vision was slightly blurred, making it impossible for her to see her surroundings clearly. She had to scrunch her eyes and count to three before opening them again.
However, just the very second she opened her eyes, Mia knew that something was wrong. The pearly white ceiling above her was certainly different from the warm one that she had in her room. The room was too cold when Mia liked to keep the dial of the thermostat high enough to make sure that the chill never crawled into her room.
And worse of all, she could hear someone breathe right against her neck.
Startled, Mia sat up straight and the quilt that covered her body slid down. She looked at her bare upper body and blushed heavily when she saw the many ambiguous marks on her skin.
Even if Mia had never sung in an opera, she knew how things went down there.
She didn't even have to use her head to know what went down last night.
