Avril
I woke up with the worst headache ever, with only a faint memory of last night.
I was getting out of bed when I felt a hand across my torso, and I freaked out immediately.
Did someone follow me home?
No. I needed to calm down and remember what happened after I left the club—before we did and...
Wait. I was still fully clothed.
I raised the sheets gently and saw a mass of blonde curls facing down.
Oh. Gwen!
“Gotcha!” she said in a weird accent before getting out of bed and laughing.
“Gwen, are you trying to kill me?” I said, getting out of bed, but sat back down when my headache doubled.
“Aspirin for you. Chew it—it works faster that way,” she said, handing me two white pills.
That was when I noticed she was in a bathrobe. She caught me looking and said,
“Oh, I helped mys
