Scarlet POV
I wake up with my head pounding and a thick fog behind my eyes. Everything feels too bright, too loud, even the silence. But it’s the weight draped over me that sends a spike of panic through my chest.
There’s an arm across my stomach.
Turning slowly, I see Callum lying next to me.
My stomach lurches.
“We didn’t f**k,” he grumbles, eyes still closed, voice hoarse.
“Thank f**k for that,” I mutter, pressing a hand to my forehead.
“Wow. Cheers for the vote of confidence,” he says, cracking one eye open and smirking.
“No... I mean... I don’t remember anything. At all. I was just scared I did something stupid.”
“You did,” he says, sitting up slowly. “You poured me drinks like you were trying to poison me. Since when do you pour triples?”
“I don’t know,” I groan. “How much
