Chapter Eight.

Ayla.

I shivered as I walked through the kitchen, it was disgustingly cold today. Also the time was changing, meaning shorter days and longer nights. I hated winter, I mean the christmas period was beautiful but I absolutely hated going from warm, cosy sheets to cold, icy air. My recurring headache didn't help either, I just wanted to stay in bed and sleep until I didn't feel like ripping my eyeballs out of their sockets. Steeping some chamomile tea to help with my nerves I quickly make some pancakes for myself and my parents. Once I'm done eating I take a few meds for the ache and drink my tea. I didn't sleep all night, the tall, brooding Italian was clouding my thoughts, that and the overwhelming migraine.

I went upstairs and got ready. I wore a tan long sleeved top with blue jeans. Although it was cold I was tired of wearing jumpers and hoodies. Placing a long comfy cardigan in my bag in case it got really cold I opted for some navy low heeled boots. After finishing my hair and f