Rylie's POV
I woke up with a painful throbbing in my head. Every single move I made only made it worse and I wished I could curl up into a ball and just wait for it all to pass. Why did people drink so much if it meant waking up feeling this the morning after?
Somehow, I managed to push through the pain and grogginess and forced myself to sit up in bed. I looked around the room I was in and tried to remember how I came to be here but I only remembered bits and pieces. I gave up on trying to remember and focused on trying to find Blake who I could remember bringing me up here. The other side of the bed was empty but still looked like it'd been slept in, meaning that he left recently.
For a minute, I was scared that Blake had left without me but I trashed the thought as quickly as
