JESSICA’S POV
My head pounded mercilessly as I opened my eyes, suddenly greeted by the blinding morning light filtering through the unfamiliar room. It took a moment for my blurry vision to adjust, and comprehension slowly tricked in, panic surged through my veins.
I sat up suddenly with my eyes roaming around and trying to make sense of my surrounding. I was definitely hangover and the sheer intensity of it made me feel as though a freight train ran straight through my skull. Images of the previous night flickered in fragment and mingling with a haze of alcohol-induced confusion. What the f**k have I done?
As I pushed aside the tangled sheets and stumbled towards the door, a wave of mortification washed over me. The memories were tricking in slowly, my mind replaying the embarrassing m
