Juniper's Pov
As the morning light filters through my curtains, I stir awake, blinking against the brightness. My body feels heavy, my head pounding with the telltale throb of a hangover. I groan softly, realizing I’m still in yesterday’s clothes, jeans and a sweater slightly wrinkled from a night spent tossing and turning.
"Maybe all that vodka wasn’t the best idea," I mumble to myself, rubbing my temples. But I can’t deny it made talking about the past with Theodore easier. The memories of last night’s conversation swirl in my mind, hazy yet vivid, and I shake my head to push them aside for now.
With a deep breath, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and stand, wincing at the dull ache in my head. My feet shuffle across the cool floor as I make my way to the kitchen. I open a cab
