Brooke
The second I open my eyes, I panic because I realise I am not alone. A lot of last night is a blur. I remember Jackson, the barman. Is that who is next to me? I cautiously glance over to check, and I am surprised to see Evan there and not Jackson.
Oh, I remember now, Evan stopped me from leaving with Jackson. But did something happen between Evan and me? Christ, I hope not because it was the last thing I wanted before we sorted things out.
I lift the covers to ensure I am not naked and sigh in relief when I see I am not, and neither is he. That is a good sign. We never put any clothes back on when we hooked up previously; we always just slept naked, usually.
“Don’t worry, Brooke, nothing happened. I just wanted to stay and take care of you because you were so drunk.” He whisp
