I slowly woke up, groggy and disoriented. I tried to sit up, but my head felt heavy. I pressed my fingers to my forehead and glanced around.
The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp—just enough for me to see my surroundings.
And clearly… this wasn’t my room.
I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse that I’m not the type to black out from drinking.
Because honestly, I remember everything.
Vividly.
I remember singing on stage, dancing like a maniac, and I’m fully aware that I’m almost naked under this blanket.
My cheeks began to burn. I smacked my forehead lightly.
Thank God I didn’t take off my underwear. At least that part stayed covered…
At least?! Are you out of your mind, Iris? He saw your cocomelons! And knowing that i***t, he’s definitely going to tease you
