I wake up the next morning to Jasmine’s blaring alarm clock and a painful hangover.
I’m not alone, I notice with amusement as all the girls around me cringe and throw their pillows over their heads.
“Up and at ’em, ladies,” Jasmine says, struggling to her feet and proceeding to gently kick each of us until we sit up. “Go get changed and meet in the dining hall in twenty for breakfast.”
I obediently drag myself up and out of her room. When I reach my own, I’m surprised to see Milo in my bed.
Okay, pleased is a better choice of word.
He’s not sleeping, but he looks comfortable. He smiles pleasantly at me when I step inside. “Did you have fun?”
I grin sheepishly at him as I close the door behind me. “You could say that. I certainly confirmed your claim that there’s booze on Farnethia.”
