Alex’s POV
My head throbbed like it had been cracked open and stitched back together. I groaned, rubbing my temples as I blinked my eyes open. The sunlight stabbed through the curtains with no mercy.
Then I felt it—warm skin pressed against mine. A hand draped lazily across my chest.
Shit.
I turned slowly and found a guy lying next to me—naked, fast asleep, his hair tousled, lips slightly parted like he didn’t have a single care in the world.
The memories hit me like a flood—his hands on my waist at the bar, the way he leaned close and whispered things that made me forget Ethan even existed. The drunken laughter, the kisses, and then… the wild mess that followed here in my room.
I sighed and sat up, my body aching in ways that confirmed every memory. Just as I was about to drag mysel
