“I’m going to shower.”
I don’t wait. I slip out, shut the door behind me, and lean against it for a second.
“Okay.”
My head is clearer now. Not spinning. Just… full.
Fragments still there—things I said, things they won’t tell me.
My face heats.
“I’m actually never drinking again.” I mumble to myself.
I push off the door before I can think about it too much, turning the shower on. Steam fills the room quickly, wrapping around me as I step in.
And finally—quiet.
The water runs hot over my skin, washing everything off—the tension, the embarrassment, the way they were all looking at me.
I close my eyes. Breathe.
Ryker.
Tonight.
My stomach tightens slightly.
Because that part… I remember.
The way he looked at me earlier.
I exhale slowly, reaching for the razor, shaving everywher
