Chapter 172 Where Is Love

• Serena stirred the next morning, her head pounding with a vengeance. Each throb felt like punishment for the poor choices of the previous night. Her mouth was dry, her limbs heavy, and her stomach sour. Her eyes flickered open slowly and were immediately greeted by the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.
• She was in bed-her bed. How did I get here? Memories of the previous night trickled back. Adriano had carried her inside. The toilet. His solid hands bathing her. Tucking her in.
• She groaned and pressed her palm to her forehead, sinking into the mattress as shame seeped into her chest. Adriano had seen her at her weakest again. She hated needing him and hated that part of her did not hate it at all, even more.