~•Maya•~
I rolled onto my back and stiffened for a second before peeling my eyes open. My gaze landed on the space next to me.
It was empty.
Which was strange—because I know Liam isn’t an early bird.
I sat up and immediately felt a splitting headache shoot through my skull. I groaned, pressing both hands to the sides of my head.
Goddamn that drink.
If I remember correctly, I’d only had two glasses—two little glasses—and this is what I get in return? A pounding skull, heavy head, and eyelids that weighed a ton.
If I had it my way, I’d go back to bed. It was comfortable anyway.
But then again, Liam might be in the bathroom—and the last thing I need right now is an awkward encounter. For the sake of my mental health, I definitely don’t want to see him in a towel.
I dropped my hands f
