- Alison's pov -
My head throbbed with each beat of my heart as I reached for my blaring phone, its annoyingly loud alarm piercing through the fog of my hangover. With a groan, I fumbled to silence the alarm, my hand trembling as I struggled to focus on the screen. Squinting against the bright light, I squirmed uncomfortably in the tangled sheets, trying to piece together the events of the previous night.
Finally managing to silence the alarm, I squinted at the time displayed on the screen—it was 11 in the morning. Panic shot through me like a bolt of lightning as I realized I had slept in far longer than intended. Sitting up abruptly, I winced at the sharp pain in my head, cursing myself for overindulging in alcohol the night before. The memories of laughter and reckless abandon at the
