Angela's POV
I moved my hands to pull back the blanket—and froze. My chest tightened. I wasn’t wearing my clothes from last night. Instead, I was in a man’s shirt, way too big for me.
“s**t… what happened last night?” I muttered, panic creeping into my thoughts. I tried to remember. Bits and pieces flashed in my head, but nothing was clear.
Then I heard water running faintly from the bathroom. My body tensed. I wasn’t alone here.
My heart raced. I had to get out—now.
I scrambled for my clothes and finally found them on the floor near the sofa, mixed with my scarf and sunglasses. I grabbed them quickly, but as my hands touched the shirt I’d worn last night, a sharp, sour smell hit me.
I grimaced.
Everything from last night was still blurry. I vaguely remembered throwing up, a man cur
