Chapter Nine
I groaned and rubbed my forehead. Why had I drunk so much last night? Oh right. Yes. The wine tasting. I shouldn't be allowed near the stuff, it always made me think I could do all kinds of stuff that I shouldn't. It was worse than tequila.
Braving the headache, I propped myself up and looked around, trying to work out who I'd ended up in bed with last night. With four of them to choose from, and only very vague memories of coming to bed, there was no way of knowing.
"Wait, did we build a fort?" It was the only explanation I had for the way the sheets were hung around us.
"Shhhhhh." Zara flopped an arm over her eyes, hiding them from the sliver of light that was creeping in.
Alright then. I hadn't made it to bed with any of my mates, apparently. Instead, I was camped out
