I woke up with the kind of headache that felt like karma punching me square in the skull.
Ugh. Never drinking again. Ever.
The room was spinning just a little, my mouth was dry, and my stomach churned in protest. I pulled the covers over my face and groaned, as if hiding could undo the mess of the night before.
What even happened last night?
How did I even get home?
I tried to think, but the memories came in tangled knots, impossible to unravel.
Music. Laughter. Sophia. Jay. Dancing.
And then…
Oh no. No, no, no.
The kiss.
That stupid, heart-thudding, completely inappropriate kiss.
Oh God. I kissed Liam Black.
I kissed my boss.
What was I thinking? I groaned, rolling onto my side. Please let that be a dream. Or a hallucination. Or some kind of blackout fantasy.
I buried my fac
