~Melissa~
I woke up the next morning with a headache and the faint smell of gasoline still clinging to my hair.
Last night felt like a dream. The race. The snow. Jason buying me drinks at some hole-in-the-wall bar where nobody asked questions and the music was too loud for conversation.
I stumbled into bed around three AM and passed out immediately.
Now my phone sat on the nightstand, ominously silent.
I reached for it, expecting to see a lot of missed calls from Gavin. But all I saw was two missed calls and a text. I felt a little disappointed but I pushed it away.
I was about to drop the phone when a notification for today popped up. The photoshoot.
“Shit.” I sat up too fast, my head swimming. “s**t, s**t, shit.”
The photoshoot was today. At two PM. And I was supposed to oversee
