Christine’s POV
I tried to open my eyes, but my head is pounding. I have already forgotten what it feels like to have a hangover. The last time I got drunk was in university, and it was not fun the following morning. Never again. Never again will I do this. I turn around, and I feel a man lying next to me. At first, I am in shock because I cannot remember what happened last night, and then I remember how I acted like a cheap slut. What the hell must Jonathan think about me? How am I going to look in the eyes? He turns around, and his arm wraps around me. I can't even slip out of the room to my room and take a shower. What have I done? Why have I acted like somebody who never had s*x with a sexy man like him before? Maybe it is because I haven't. Oh boy, I hope he still respects me.
"Mor
