His Past Life

Her head was pounding again. Why couldn't she feel her limbs? Eve forced her eyes open and a blinding light flooded her vision.

She let out a groan and turned her back to the window. The mattress beneath her was too hard, and her body ached. "You, Ethan, how many times must I tell you to stop opening the window?"

Her hands wandered to her side– she couldn't move her hands. Why did she feel as if they were bound with a rope?

"Huh?" Eve frowned and slowly opened her eyes. The first thing that appeared in her vision was a not-so-familiar ceiling with a chandelier, followed by the face of a man.

"Ahhhhh!" The room shook with her screams and she struggled to sit up. Both her legs and hands were tied.

"You have a peculiar way to say good morning, Eve," Wade said, grinning. "That is among the best things I like about you."

Eve wracked her brain and the memory flooded back to her senses. She was at the driving lesson, then she went to the washroom... And then...

Damnit! This scene looked fam