Elena's POV
10am. Next Day.
"You go down just like holy Mary. Mary on a, Mary on the cross."
The memory of last night drifted back like a feather finding the floor, slow and inevitable, the music still running somewhere behind my eyes with my head leaning on Brad, Lily jumping up and down, returning back in each other's arms drunk and playing songs all through the night.
It played on a loop until a loud ring cut straight through it and yanked me back to a room that was warm and unfamiliar and exactly where I wanted to be.
"Oh damn."
I fought against the sheets, trying to locate the phone. My hand found a hard jaw instead. My insides did something warm and immediate.
"Brad?" I whispered.
He mumbled something neither of us could make sense of, then pulled me closer, his lips pressing
