Riley's POV
My head felt thick and heavy, like it was stuffed with cotton. A dull ache pulsed behind my eyes, and my body felt like a ton of bricks. Waking up was a slow, confusing process. I blinked my eyes open, the room gradually coming into focus. My room. How did I get here?
I groaned.
Bits and pieces of last night came back to me, like scattered photographs fluttering through my mind. The club. The flashing lights, the loud music that vibrated in my chest. Feeling… off. Hazy. Like the edges of everything weren’t quite right.
Kirk. Ugh, Kirk. I remembered him leaning too close, saying annoying things. I remembered his words clearly. He rubbed a finger on my arm then told me I should lighten up. Something about life being too short to let little things bother me. Maybe he thinks h
