Mia’s POV
I woke up with a pounding headache and the distinct feeling that I had done something I would deeply regret.
My mouth tasted like regret and cheap fruity cocktails. I groaned, rolling over in bed and burying my face in the pillow. Fragments of last night flickered through my mind like broken film reels. There was the loud music, flashing lights, the smell of sweat and perfume, then a masked man with a powerful body, and the feeling of something thick and hot on my tongue…
I sat up so fast the room spun.
No. No, no, no.
I couldn’t have. I wouldn’t have. I was Mia Cromwell. A conservative virgin. The woman who planned to stay that way until marriage. I didn’t do things like… that.
The bathroom door opened, and Daisy strolled out, already dressed and far too cheerful for someo
