Lena’s POV
The drinks and shots have left me floating. My head is light, but not in a sick way, more in the everything feels hilarious and I cannot stop smiling. Every time I giggle, it feels like bubbles are spilling out of me.
Jaxon is just as tipsy, guiding me toward his room while the rest of his friends lie sprawled out in drunken heaps around the frat house. The hall is strangely quiet, almost peaceful, as we slip inside. I trail happily after him, then stop near his bed.
The black skull-print sheets make me grin. Without thinking, I start tugging off my clothes, letting them fall wherever they land.
“Whoa, hold up!” Jaxon lifts his hands like he is calling time-out. His eyes blink slowly, heavy from alcohol. “I might be drunk, but you cannot just strip down in here.”
I tilt my
