Alexis
My eyes fluttered open, squinting at the faint morning light seeping through the curtains like it was trying to blind me. My head pounded in relentless waves.Who the hell drinks and clubs on a weeknight?
Oh, right—me. And Alex. The self-proclaimed king of bad ideas. If not for him dragging me into that pit of flashing lights and questionable beverages, I’d still be asleep like a responsible adult.
I tried sitting up, but the pounding in my skull intensified, turning my simple movement into an act of pure self-sabotage. My fingers pressed against my temples as I groaned, and every breath was accompanied by a queasy roll in my stomach.
“Never again,” I muttered with the conviction of a liar, swinging my legs out of bed. The world tilted slightly, and I grabbed the door handle lik
