My head hurts. No, it doesn’t just hurt. It f*****g throbs.
I have no idea where I am. Actually, I have no idea what the hell happened. The last thing I remember is…think. A shiver racks my body as I don’t want to believe my mind has failed me again. But this is different this time. It’s not amnesia…it’s like I didn’t exist.
“Peyton?” That voice is my forever beacon to this plane.
As I rub my nose into the smooth silk and am engulfed by the ocean, I know where I am. I’m safe because Cayden is here.
My surface becomes rocky, and only then do I realize I’m lying in someone’s bed. It’s not mine, so that can only mean it’s Cayden’s. “How’re you feeling?”
I have severe cotton mouth, and I’m certain my eyes are glued shut, but other than that, I think I’m fine.
“What do you remember?”
Reg
