80

With a dizzy head, Patrick looked around. Habitually, as he extended his hand to get his phone from the side table, he was awestruck.

"How did my room change into such a small room?" His eyes stopped on the woman lying next to him. In blonde hair, her face was turned to the other side so he couldn't see her face.

Patrick swallowed hard and quickly jumped from the bed as if he saw a ghost. He rubbed the back of his neck looking all lily-livered and licked his lips nervously, "I didn't do something inappropriate when I was drunk, did I?"

He swallowed again then keeping his eyes fixated on the woman, he squatted on the bed.

He bit his lips and then moved the blanket over her body.

"Grace? What is she doing on my bed?!" Turned out it was Grace. Patrick looked around only to be more cowardly as he noticed things were misplaced.

'Damn it! What the hell did you do to her? You dimwit!'

Grace yawned, relaxingly opening her eyes. The moment she saw him, she quickly jumped from the bed. She loo