Grace
I groaned and touched my head, wincing as a sharp throb pulsed through my skull.
“What the hell…” I muttered hoarsely. It felt like someone was pounding a hammer inside my brain.
I groaned again, pressing my palm harder against my forehead. Every inch of my body felt sore, like I had run a marathon or been hit by a truck. I rolled onto my back and exhaled, hoping the ceiling would stop spinning. But the cold air brushing across my chest made me freeze.
Wait.
I pulled the sheet tighter around myself, heart hammering in my chest. Why did I feel so exposed?
I peeked down slowly.
“Oh my God.”
I was naked. I was not even wearing a bra, and panties.
My breath caught in my throat as my memory struggled to catch up with me.
The club.
“Let’s go to the club.” Eleanor had said.
Tha
