Naya Cod
"Ouch!" I hit my head on the headboard for the third time this morning. What was wrong with me? Just how much did I drink last night? I rubbed the sore spot, hoping it didn't leave a scar on my head.
"You were pretty drunk yesterday night." Naya suddenly chirped in.
"Oh, she speaks." I scoffed in annoyance at her attitude the other day. We weren't on speaking terms.
"It looks like you aren't eager." She shot back, ready to retreat into the shadows. Not on my watch.
"I am sorry, okay." I began. I couldn't remember what happened yesterday night, and she was my only shot at remembering what I did. I sniffed the air. There was a hint of Kyle's cologne, but I couldn't be sure. There's no way I could have invited him into my room. Of all the things I could do? Inviting him over to
