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ROMI
Soft knocking on the door woke me, but the rap-rap-rap echoed inside my skull and made my head throb. Why did it hurt so bad?
Blue’s call… Dad’s alibi… The wine… Puking everywhere in front of Aaron… Slowly, my f**k-ups from last night came back to me in all their horrifying glory, and I wished I could flush myself down the toilet. Was that Aaron at the door now? Or Luca? I hoped for Brooke, but my run of bad luck continued.
“Who is it?”
“Aaron.” Rats. “Can I come in?”
I couldn’t very well say no, could I? He’d held my hair back as I vomited. That had earned him an apology, at least.
“Okay.”
The door opened, and I smelled coffee. Liquid gold. And was that a tray Aaron was carrying? I hadn’t realised just how hungry I was until that moment, but now my stomach grumbled.
“I ma
