[Bianca]
The first thing I registered was the light. Pale, silvery, and much too bright for the way my head was pounding. I groaned and flopped onto my side, shielding my eyes.
The second was the sheets—cool, soft and tangled around my legs like I'd fought off a dream or maybe a demon. Either option felt equally possible for some reason.
The ceiling above me wasn't familiar. Definitely not Cassie's.
So where the hell was I?
I struggled to sit up and the sheets slipped down and I froze. My top was gone. My heart began to race, thudding in my ears as I jerked the covers away to assess the damage.
My panties? Still on.
My legs trembled as I shifted slightly, testing for any soreness. But there was none. No sticky skin. No ache. Just a mild hangover and a foggy brain.
On the bedside t
