Bryan’s pov
The morning sun filtered lazily through the drapes, casting stripes of golden light across my room like it was trying to cheer me up. Joke’s on the sun. I wasn’t in the mood for any celestial pep talk. My head throbbed with the force of a thousand drummers, and my throat felt like sandpaper. Classic aftermath of a night spent drinking myself into oblivion.
I rolled out of bed with a groan, feet hitting the cold floor as I trudged toward the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror didn’t look as horrible as I felt, but it was close. I splashed water on my face, took a quick, hot shower, letting the water pound against the back of my neck. If only it could wash away the memory of yesterday’s humiliation.
My body still ached from being tossed around like a ragdoll on a horse. T
