7
ASHLEY
My phone beeped and I groaned. Who the hell was texting me so early in the morning?
When I rolled over and opened my eyes, the clock said it wasn’t exactly early, but at least I still had time to get ready. Olivia had an eight o’clock tee time planned, which gave me an hour and a half. Sighing, I pushed myself up into a seated position and swung my legs over the side of the bed. It wasn’t until I rubbed my eyes that I realized I still had my makeup on from the wild night before. Now it was all over my face.
“Great,” I mumbled. It was going to take a year to scrub all that crap off my face.
“Good morning, sunshine.”
With a loud shriek, I jumped out of bed and grabbed the first thing I could use to cover myself with. It turned out to be Bryson’s undershirt. Slipping it on, I t
