Chapter Twenty-Four ~Chloe
“Oh God,” I moaned, the light sound of my whisper reverberating within my head as if I’d shouted at the top of my lungs.
Everything hurts.
I attempted to open my eyes, cracking them slightly, then slamming them shut when the bright morning light threatened to blind me. My stomach clenched uncomfortably, and I worried I’d throw up, which would only result in my throbbing head hurting more, if that was even possible.
How much did I drink last night?
I thought of the shots with Reardon, the shots with Gabe and Zoey, the shots with Jazzy, Rena, and Laurel, and cursed my foolish self.
Feeling the weight of my bladder when I shifted, I gingerly stuck one foot out from beneath the covers, then scooted over until it touched the ground. Taking a deep bracing breath,
