When I woke up the next morning, I still felt stunned and incredulous. The room was pitch black, with the curtains drawn tight.
I stared at the ceiling in vain. My eyes were swollen, maybe from crying too much last night, or maybe because I went to bed too late. Dennis' words from the previous night replayed in my mind over and over.
No, there must have been some kind of misunderstanding. It couldn't mean what I thought it did... I slowly slid off the bed and stood up. A wave of dizziness hit me, and I frowned instinctively.
For a moment, I wished everything I had heard last night was just a bad dream that had never happened.
"Gianna." Dennis' voice came from the living room, startling me. I hurried back to bed, burying most of my face in the pillow, pretending to be asleep.
The bedroom door opened, and I heard his footsteps approach. Thankfully, the room was dark, and he couldn't see my puffy face.