I woke up with what feels like I was being continuously hammered against the skull and the sunlight peeking through the curtains didn’t help to ease the pain. I shut my eyes and slowly reopened them trying to get acquainted with the sharp light. I was definitely in someone’s room and lying on their bed but that piece of information was a blur.
Not something I am currently proud of.
My heart yelped in my chest when my eyes landed on Travis lying next to me wearing the same shorts from last night. “Morning.” His deep, sleepy voice tickled my ovaries.
“Where are we?” I asked, feeling a bit relaxed knowing I was with Travis and not some stranger.
“My room.” He answered.
I raised my head and took in his room. I have only seen it twice. The day of the burst pipe at our dorm and the other
