CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
I stumbled into the kitchen, my heart still beating wildly as I sat down on a seat next to Joanna who was holding her head amidst soft groans. Shane was standing by the coffee maker, staring into space but considering just how his perfect eyebrows were drawn together, he was nursing a hangover.
“This is all your fault,” Joanna whispered, attempting to glare at me.
“What did I do?” I questioned, taken aback by her accusation.
“You were so f*****g loud yesterday night and we had to get completely wasted for us to block out your s*x noises. I’d be surprised if you haven’t broken the bed,” Shane answered.
“He is in love with me,” I blurted out instead.
“What?” They questioned at the same time, trying to read my face so they would decipher if I was jok
