27. Gabby

When I opened my eyes the next morning, I found myself staring at a stranger.

As I blinked at him, trying to figure out if he was real or not, he grinned pleasantly. “Well, hello there, gorgeous.”

“Oh my God!” I shrieked.

He was definitely real.

Lurching upright, only for the sheet that had been covering me to slip down, I gasped out another yelp and scrambled to catch it before I showed off all my bits.

Who the hell was this guy?

Once I had the covers firmly tucked up under my armpits and had shoved dark locks out of my face, I focused on the man who hadn’t moved a muscle, except maybe to widen his devilish, handsome grin as he watched me fumble about.

Waving his fingers, he added, “Good morning to you too.”

I glanced around the room. Hayden was nowhere to be found, but this guy had no qualms about being in his room apparently.

“Who’re you?” I said, coming back around to blink at him.

“What a coincidence.” With a delighted chuckle, he plopped onto the bed beside me, still fu