My head throbbed as if it were about to split wide open the moment I opened my eyes. A sharp, rhythmic pulsing echoed behind my temples—a ticking bomb ready to detonate at the slightest movement.
Closing my eyes tightly, I lifted both hands to massage my temples with my index fingers. But my hands froze as the vivid, terrifying rush of last night’s events flooded my mind. I quickly scanned the unfamiliar room, my eyes widening in sheer panic as reality sank in.
I wasn't home.
“s**t!” I gasped, scrambling out of bed.
The hangover vanished in an instant, overridden by raw adrenaline. I hadn't developed amnesia—I remembered everything. I remembered drinking with Riva as if there were no tomorrow, stumbling onto the dance floor, losing my balance, and falling into the arms of some stranger
