Blair's POV.
The Next Day.
The sound of my alarm pierced through my ears, waking me from my sleep. With my eyes closed, I stretched my hand to the bedside drawer to turn it off like I always do, but today something felt off. The alarm went off as soon as I stretched my hand and my hand landed on something that wasn't the normal feel of the alarm clock.
Opening my eyes, I saw that my hand was on a familiar fair hairy hand. I looked behind me and he was right behind me with a charming smile on his face. I quickly looked away and sat up before I get carried away by his beauty.
"Good morning." He greeted me.
"What are you doing here, Ivan?" I asked, arranging my messed up hair.
"How was your night?" He asked, helping me with my hair but I moved away from him.
What gives him the right to touch my hair?
"Okay, I'll go first by telling you how my night was. My night was very pleasant, and I had a good dream. So how was yours?" He smiled.