Elizabeth
My head pounds as I sit up in bed, the events of last night rushing back to me. I remember the drinks, the music, the dance with Anthony, and the moment with Logan in the belfry. Goosebumps spread all over my skin when I think about what happened there, regret consuming me. I shouldn't have let him touch me, but I did anyway, and now I'll have to live with whatever consequences that decision births.
The last thing I remember is talking to Logan in the parking lot. I don't recall getting to my car or even getting into bed.
Mia walks into my bedroom without knocking and pauses in the doorway when she sees me.
“You're awake,” she says.
“Yes,” I reply, ruffling through my hair. “How was your night?”
She shakes her head, walking over to the edge of the bed. “I should be asking
