Kennedy’s POV
I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a f*****g freight train.
My head pounded so hard I swore someone had taken a sledgehammer to it in my sleep. My mouth was dry, my stomach churned, and even the soft morning light peeking through the curtains felt like it was stabbing me straight in the eyes.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered into my pillow, my voice muffled and hoarse.
For a moment, everything was a blur—fragments of last night flashing behind my eyelids like a strobe light. The drinking. That stupid game. Laughing too loud. Liam leaning in too close. Then—
Dominic.
My eyes snapped open.
Oh no.
Oh no no no no no.
It hit me all at once like a goddamn tsunami. Me straddling him. My hands on his chest. Kissing his neck. Moaning into his ear like a freaking lunatic. Tryi
