ZARA
I woke up the next morning, sunlight streaming through the curtains, filtering against my eyelids. Slowly, I opened my eyes, trying to piece together the previous night. I stretched lazily, feeling the soft fabric of the sheets against my skin, and then froze as I realized I was wearing something different.
Pajamas? Seriously? Disappointment washed over me. I quickly checked to make sure I'd at least managed to put something on before dozing off. I sighed at the thought of what could have happened if only I hadn't fallen asleep.
Just then, the door swung open, and Jason walked in, looking alert. "Hey, you awake?" he asked casually, leaning against the doorframe.
"Ugh, I guess? I was just trying to figure out what happened last night," I replied, trying to hide my embarra
