CHAPTER 18

LOVEY'S POV 

         I was feeling a strong hand against my cheek. I gradually opened my eyes. Harry was sitting on the side of the bed. He was in grey coat pants and a white shirt. Like always he was handsome and his two buttons were unfastened. At once, I sat up on the bed. 

      " Good morning," he said slowly with a smile, 

     " Morning. " I murmured, still shocked. I was looking at him with big eyes. 

      I scrolled my gaze around. It was unfamiliar to me. I raised my hand to tuck my hair. I wasn't in my clothes. I winced and panicked. Immediately, I remembered, I changed it myself. I glanced at my left out of the window. It was dark in the sky. 

      " It's not morning. " I said to him. 

      " It's four o'clock in the morning. Get ready, we're going back to yo