Matteo woke up with the headache of his lifetime and fuzzy memories of the night before. He groaned, turning around in his bed and nearly jumped up when his hand touched another body. He carefully opened his eyes, squinting against the bright morning sun and realized that he wasn’t wearing any clothes. Turning his head, he could only see long, blonde hair covering the pillow next to his, but he recognized it as Sara’s.
The taste in his mouth nearly made him gag, so he got up, not caring about the noise he made, and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He wished he could unsee his reflection in the mirror. His long hair stood in every direction possible, the ends dirty and sticking together, his eyes were empty and had dark circles that nearly reached his cheeks. H
