The first thing I feel is pain. A dull, throbbing, whole‑skull kind of pain that makes me groan before I even open my eyes. The second thing I feel is… warmth. A blanket. A couch. Not my couch. Oh no. I c***k one eye open.
This is definitely not my house. This is Evan’s living room. And I am definitely still wearing yesterday’s clothes. I sit up slowly, head pounding, and blink toward the kitchen. Evan stands at the stove, flipping something in a pan, humming under his breath. His hair is damp, curling slightly at the ends. He’s wearing a T‑shirt now, thank God, and grey sweatpants.
He glances over his shoulder and grins. “Well, good morning, Evie.”
I blink. “Evie?”
He smirks. “You know… like The Mummy. Last night. When you...”
I freeze. Oh no. Oh no no no. I kissed him. And then I pa
