Calla:
When I woke up Monday morning, my brain was pounding. Not pounding. Pounding, Like someone had taken a sledgehammer to the inside of my skull and decided to keep swinging until I apologized for something. I groaned and rolled onto my back. My stomach sloshed. I immediately regretted moving. "Great." The room tilted slightly. I closed my eyes. The memories came back in pieces. The beach. McKenna. Strawberry seltzers. Jace. The cooler. The bridge. The river. His hand around mine. His flannel. His face inches from mine. I opened my eyes. "Oh, f**k me."
My head hurt worse. I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled toward the bathroom. Shower first. Coffee second. No. Coffee first. Definitely coffee first. I opened my apartment door. The smell hit me immediately. Fresh coffee. I stopped
