Camila’s POV
My head pounded hard like a b***h, as if something or someone was slamming against the back of it, and I groaned. I should have used the damn med someone had handed to me last night when we got back.
I wasn’t even sure who had handed it over, I wasn’t even sure if someone had handed it over in my dream, but whatever it was, I was sorry now.
The sun peeped in through the window and shone on my face, making me moan, and I moved away from the ray of light that reflected through my closed eyes directly to my brain, or at least, that was how it seemed.
This was the result of getting drunk last night, drinking some tequila shots, actually, more than some that I had drank with Dylan last night at the bar or something.
This should teach me that the next time Dylan says we sho
