The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the room. Birds chirped relentlessly outside, their cheerful songs piercing the silence of dawn. He groaned as consciousness slowly returned, his head throbbing with a dull, persistent ache. Blinking against the intrusive light, he tried to make sense of his surroundings. The bed beneath him was unfamiliar—soft, with floral sheets that smelled faintly of lavender. His stomach twisted when his gaze landed on the vanity mirror across the room, reflecting his own disheveled appearance. Stark Naked. Nicholas bolted upright, his heart hammering against his ribs. His breath hitched as the events of the previous night flickered in his memory—fragmented, unclear. Fiona’s face flashed in his mind “No, no, no…” he muttered under his breath, scrambling for his clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor. His fingers trembled as he fumbled with his shirt buttons, his mind racing. ‘What the hell happened last