LUCA
My head felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. The pounding started behind my eyes and spread down my neck, each throb worse than the last. Moonshine. That was the last thing I remembered from last night's party. Kieran had brought a bottle from his family's private collection, and we'd all gotten completely wasted.
I tried to roll over, but something warm and solid pressed against my chest. A hand. Fingers with painted nails, curled against my skin like they belonged there.
Fuck.
I blinked hard, trying to clear my vision. A girl lay next to me, her blonde hair spread across my pillow like spilled honey. She was still asleep, her breathing soft and even. I didn't recognize her face, but that wasn't unusual. The parties at Nocturne got wild, and I'd made my share of mist
