JUNIPER’S POV:
I wake up to a pounding headache, the kind that feels like a rock concert is happening inside my skull. Not surprising, given how much I drank last night. With a groan, I drag a hand over my face, squinting against the bright sunlight streaming through the window.
I turn my head, expecting to see Hiram beside me, but the bed is empty. Instead, there’s a neatly folded note on the pillow. Curiosity courses through me, and I grab the note, unfolding it with shaky hands.
You’re probably reading this sometime around noon. Maybe even later, but I had to head out for work. Left some painkillers and water on your nightstand to help with the hangover. I love you. Hope you have an amazing day.
His words draw a smile to my lips as memories from last night come flooding back—blurry
