RUBBY'S POV
I woke up with a dull, persistent throb pulsing behind my temples; my body was heavy with exhaustion as I forced my opens to open.
Finally, my eyelids fluttered open, adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. For a minute or so, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, feeling the remnants of sleep clinging to me like a fog.
Then, suddenly, it hit me.
The club, The drink, The dizziness, And then… Alex.
I sucked in a sharp breath as the memories rushed back in fragmented flashes. Cynthia’s laughter, the way my body had betrayed me, how the world had spun uncontrollably. The panic. The helplessness. And then those strong, familiar arms caught me before I collapsed.
Alex.
My fingers curled into the sheets as I forced myself up, wincing at the sha
