EMILIA
Somehow, I never seem to learn from my mistakes.
My head is pounding like it’s trying to c***k itself open from the inside — embarrassing, considering I barely drank half as much as Lacey did last night, and yet I ended up twice as drunk. Story of my life.
Maybe it’s time I finally admit that alcohol and I just aren’t a good match.
I’m still sifting through the fog of my bad decisions when a flood of light slices through my eyelids. I hiss and groan, dragging the covers higher over my face.
“Rise and shine, beautiful,” Liam sings, his voice far too chipper for a human being. I squint one eye open to see him standing by the window, sunshine pouring in behind him, grinning like it’s Christmas morning.
“I hate you,” I mutter, dragging the blanket higher — only for him to yank it
