When my eyes fluttered open, the world outside the window was painted in hues of twilight. The clock on the wall pointed to 7 PM. Dazed, I blinked several times, trying to piece together why I wasn't in the guest room where I had last fallen unconscious.
The scent hit me first.
Lime.
Strong, rich, and suffocatingly familiar.
No… no, no, no.
I shifted and instantly felt it—the unmistakable weight of an arm draped over my waist. My entire body stiffened. Slowly, I dared to turn my head.
Hugo.
I was in Hugo's arms again.
Why. Am. I. Here. Again.
This is not happening. This is not my fault!
"H-Hugo?" I whispered, as if saying his name would magically untangle this mess.
His eyes opened lazily, and that stupid, irritating smirk curved on his lips. "You're awake."
"Why am I here again?!" I shot up, though his arm around me stubbornly held me in place. "I didn't—! I wasn't—! I didn't hug you first this time either!"