You wake up with yet another raging headache, your eyes adjusting to the bright room pretty slowly.

When your eyes adjust, you realize you aren’t in your room.

Turning your head, you see who is beside you.

Ezra God damn Knight. Your asshole director ex boyfriend. His hot, British ass always manages you send you back to him.

“Mornin’, baby.” He says as his eyes open, focusing on you. That British accent, his slightly messy hair, all of it.

His room is the exact same from the last time you were there. Granted, it was only a week ago.

You can’t even go to clubs anymore witching waking up in his bed, and you know it’s a problem.

“How’d you sleep?” He asks, his softly toned arm wrapping around you and pulling you closer to him.