Nicole’s POV
The moment I saw the unknown number, my heart skipped. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat as I opened it, and the image flooded my screen left me feeling devastated. This was bad.
It was me. In bed.
The soft, cream sheets of the hotel room were tangled around me, and beside me was the man I vaguely remembered from the bar last night. His arm was draped over me, like we’ve known each other for years. My face was peaceful, as I slept, unaware of the man beside me or even my environment. All thanks to whatever had been in that drink.
A violent chill rushed down my spine, and I almost dropped the phone. I could not breathe. How did this happen? I tried to remember something—anything—but my mind went blank after that drink. I pressed the back of my hand to my mou
