KAINE'S POV
I wake up with a start the next morning. As soon as I open my eyes, I'm hit with the memories of last night. I remember everything that happened after I drank too many barrels of alcohol. It comes to me in flashes - I went to Carissa's room. I have flashes of Carisa beneath me, her breathless gasps, the way she writhed under the touch of my tongue—gods, I can’t even think straight. I press the heels of my hands into my eyes, trying to scrub away the images. It’s not just the hangover pounding through my skull that makes me feel sick; it’s the realization of what I’ve done. Drunk. Reckless. Stupid.
I shouldn't have done that. I was drunk out of my mind. I had no idea what I was doing. I hope she doesn't feel used by me. You know how these women can be. Thank the moon goddess I
