20
Savannah
Present
Everything was a fog the next morning after Ash’s birthday.
How much had I had to drink? I’d stopped counting when I hit double digits. Plus, the chocolate martini to top it all off. I didn’t know the last time I’d had that much to drink in one night, and my body sure wasn’t twenty-one anymore. The hangover was significantly worse.
I stumbled through Gran’s house, searching for some Tylenol and wishing desperately for a Gatorade or Pedialyte to fix this. It wasn’t until the Tylenol had gone down and I was stepping out of a shower that I remembered the rest of the night.
“Oh no,” I moaned. “Oh no, no, no, no, no.”
I’d kissed Derek.
Fuck, f**k, f**k.
Maddox had been right. I shouldn’t have gone out with him. He was single. I was single. There was nothing wrong. E
