Amelia’s POV
I feel like hell. No, they would have to make up a new word to describe what I feel like. I can't even say if it's because of the hangover or the memory of Dominic’s face the day before or even this dress, cutting off my circulation that makes me feel like this.
I stay still, lying on the floor, curled up in a ball where I left myself last night. For some annoying reason, there's still a lump in my throat and I can still hear the voice of Dominic in my head.
Quiet moans escape my lips as I struggle to get to my hands. I look down at myself and find a hungover mess.
Finally stumbling into the bathroom, I strip before stepping into the shower. Surprisingly, I feel ten times better when I step out. My muscles feel less knotted and tight.
Walking into my bedroom, I find anot
