Layla's POV
I must have had more to drink than I thought.
Because there was no other explanation for how I woke up in a room I had never seen before.
I slowly opened my eyes, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling.
Not my room.
Not my bed.
Not my apartment.
My brain immediately went into panic mode.
Okay.
What happened last night?
I sat up too quickly, and the second I did, my head reminded me that apparently, moving was a terrible idea.
I grabbed my forehead.
Great.
Exactly what I needed.
A headache and a mystery.
I looked down at myself.
Still dressed.
Thank goodness.
My sneakers were gone, but everything else seemed to be exactly where it should be.
At least I didn't wake up with a bigger problem.
The door suddenly opened.
"Good morning."
I froze.
Ryan walked in carryi
