Olivia’s POV
I walk up with a heavy headache and look around myself to find that we were back in our room on beach cabin. I held my head when pain shout throw it. I knew that I should not have drunk so much. I knew that I didn't do anything bad in drunken state but the headache next morning was always worst and the worst part was I didn't remember anything after getting drunk.
I groaned trying to remember what happened last night. I just remember drinking my fifth glass of shoot then everything was vague. I could not remember what happened after that. Who won the drinking game and how I came home? Chunk that I know Ethan brought me home and now only he can tell me what I had done last night.
“Ethan,” I yelled and immediately regret as my own voice increased my headache many folds. “Argh
