What’s the worst thing about getting drunk? Walking like a madman? Murdering someone? Texting your ex? Kissing the wrong guy? Kissing your crush? Having a one-night stand with an ugly random person? NOPE! The worst thing about being drunk is waking up naked in the bed of the sexy man with the world’s most perfect body and remembering nothing about undressing him. Nothing! Nada.
Damn! It was my first time with Christian, and I remember nothing about last night. Yes, your assumption is right. I woke up alone and naked in our bed. Where was Christian? Maybe he is in the bathroom; he is an early bird, after all.
“f**k! f**k! f**k! f**k! f**k! f**k! Ava, f**k! Why the hell can’t you remember anything?” I yelled to myself in my mind while pulling my hair as severe punishment for my recklessne
