My eyes opened slowly to a pounding headache from the alcohol I drank last night.
I groaned and buried my face deeper into the pillow before the memory of what happened with Mason came crashing back so hard I froze completely.
“Oh my God,” I muffled into the pillow before screaming into it properly.
I rolled onto my back and covered my face in horror.
How exactly was I supposed to face him downstairs now?
Honestly, the earth opening up and swallowing me sounded like a better option right now.
A few minutes later, I dragged myself toward the bathroom to pee. Sitting on the toilet, I buried my face in my hands and started aggressively regretting why I followed Jane to that club.
“What is wrong with you, Mia?” I whispered to myself.
I should’ve locked the door. No sane person forgets
