THEA
I wake up to silence.
No pounding music. No clinking glasses. No murmured voices. Just the dull hum of the morning and the sound of my own breathing.
My eyes are open, fixed on the ceiling.
Familiar.
Too familiar.
It’s mine.
This is my ceiling.
My bed.
My room.
How did I—?
My mind is numb. Not foggy… just blank. Like my brain is trying to protect me from remembering whatever the hell happened last night.
I don’t move. I just stay there, cocooned in my sheets, the warmth too heavy, too smothering. My body feels like it’s not mine. My limbs don’t ache, but they feel… used.
What the hell did I do?
I try to recall.
Ezra.
His stupidly perfect face. That damn party. The glass in my hand that kept refilling itself. My own voice. Anger. Almost crying. So horny because of my ov
