Scarlet POV
Zain’s smiling now, that stupid knowing smirk forming. “So. A good night, then?”
I groan and hide behind my hands.
Callum just laughs and mutters, “I’m making breakfast. Anyone else want something before I get blamed for whatever’s about to happen?”
The kitchen feels brighter than it should considering the pounding in my skull. I'm moving on autopilot, hoping food will help soak up some of the chaos from last night. Callum trails behind me, muttering something about my elbows being too sharp for a pillow.
I move to the fridge, debating eggs or just toast, but Zain’s voice pulls me back.
“No breakfast needs making,” he says casually, pointing toward the plates on the counter. “Liam made it before he left for work. Left it covered and everything.”
I blink, then lift the co
