I woke up Sunday afternoon with a pounding headache. I shifted in my bed, smothering my head in my pillow trying to get away from the sharp aching.
I didn't remember coming home.
The last clear memory I had was of Sin Westbrook, speeding down the freeway.
I quickly got up, trying my best to ignore the pain, and made my way downstairs. Aiden was sitting on the couch with my dad watching some football game. When I entered the living room , they both shot their attention to me.
"Oh, she wakes." My dad said sarcastically. "And she's still in her party clothes. That's real classy Rors."
I frown. My dad didn't seem to be mad that I was drunk off of my head last night. Did he know?
"Aiden, can I talk to you real quick?" I asked narrowing my eyes at him.
He smiled a devious smile. "Me? For
