Meant To Be Yours

Her POV

I slowly opened my eyes and faintly saw a pair of silver eyes peering into mine.

My vision was blurry; I couldn’t see clearly.

I forced myself to lie still and tried to piece together exactly what the hell was going on.

My whole body was cramping with pain. I closed my eyes, hoping the pain would ease, but no — it increased drastically.

“Hey, how are you doing?” a cool voice asked, and all I could manage was a small nod that made my neck ache.

“What’s your name?” the same voice asked again.

My name? I thought.

My lips quivered, feeling too heavy to form a word. My name? What’s my name? I repeated inwardly.

Where am I?

How did I get here?

My vision was still blurry, mixed with the terrible pain radiating mostly from my head.

“Hey, are you hearing me? You okay?” I heard the same voice again.

I nodded, still unable to talk. I tightened my eyes shut and reopened them, hoping it would clear my vision.

It worked.

The first thing I saw clearly was the most handsome guy I had ever seen.

I’ve ever seen?… I couldn’t even remember seeing any other guy apart from this one in front of me, so I didn’t know if he was truly the most handsome — but damn, this guy was beyond handsome.

His eyes were pure silver, so clear I would swear they could reflect my image perfectly if I got close enough. His black hair fell in a slight wave down to his shoulders. His high cheekbones and sharp jaw looked perfect, and his lips… oh my—

Gosh!!

I swallowed hard.

He shifted beside me on the bed, snapping me out of my infatuation.

“Wh…o a…re y…ou?” I managed to stutter, but regretted it immediately as a sharp pain ripped through my head.

I let out a cry.

“Hey, are you okay?” the guy asked. I gave a small nod, unable to take my eyes off him.

“It seems you’re having difficulty talking, but there’s nothing to worry about. I’m gonna tell you everything, okay?” he said reassuringly.

I nodded and tried to sit up, but then noticed I wasn’t wearing anything under the blanket.

I stared at him, eyes wide.

Did he—

“Did you get me unclad?!” I asked.

“My sis did,” he said, and I sighed in relief.

His sister? He has a sister? Well… I’m glad he wasn’t the one who undressed me.

“She went to get you some clothes. She’ll be back soon. I think I should get you some coffee; it might help clear your throat. I’ll be back,” he said before walking toward the door. I stared at his back until he left.

He didn’t only look handsome — he had a great, masculine body too.

I kept staring into space until I heard footsteps returning. He walked to the bed with a cup of steaming coffee in hand.

“Here,” he said, stretching the cup