Alexia's POV:
The moment I swung my legs off the bed and placed my feet on the floor, I regretted every decision I had made in the last twelve hours.
A sharp ache shot through my thighs, making me wince as I pushed myself up. My body protested, my muscles sore in places I didn't even know could be sore.
God.
I was walking funny.
Like, really funny.
I barely took three steps before my knees wobbled, and I had to grip the nearest surface to keep from stumbling.
Aiden's deep chuckle filled the room.
I froze, my entire body heating up as I realized he was watching me from the bed.
I turned my head slowly, meeting his gaze. He was lying there, shirtless, his messy hair making him look sinfully good even though it was barely morning. His lips curled into a smug smirk as he dragged his eyes down my body.
"Need help, Princess?" His voice was all lazy amusement, and I hated how my stomach flipped at the way he said it.
