Chapter 14

Eleanor's POV.

I woke up with a splitting headache as sun rays heated against my face, and I opened my eyes to the unfamiliar ceiling above me. My ceiling was blue with bright stars I had glued to it during an art project in middle school.

But this was white and I struggled to sit up while running my tired eyes. And when I opened them once more, I was met with the messiest room I had ever seen.

There were clothes on the desk and chair, an opened laptop that blasted off with music and a guitar sat at the end of the room. 

As if on cue, the bathroom door opened to reveal Henry in all his glory, he had a white towel wrapped around his waist and droplets of water ran down his biceps leaving a trail behind on that tan skin. His hair was wet and over his face as his tattoo complimented his wet body. 

I gulped when he ran another towel over his hair, flexing his biceps as he turned to me. I blushed when he finished and his eyes met with mine.&nb