MAXWELL’s POV
I turned my head from side to side on the bed, slowly drifting out of sleep. When my eyes finally opened, I found myself staring at the white POP ceiling.
I rubbed my chest and that's when I realized something was different. My gaze moved over my body and panic surged through me.
I was naked.
With Rishabh in the bed.
I jerked out of the bed, “Jesus, what have I done?” I muttered.
I pressed a hand over my temple, how could I have done this?
What was I thinking?
This must have been the alcohol.
And just then, my head started throbbing with faint pain.
“But you're straight…so how did you?” The voice in my head questioned, leaving a wave of shame coursing through my mind.
I shook my head, still overwhelmed by shock.
No, I couldn't have done this on my own accord.
