11
Austin
I peeled my eyes opened, squinting against the sun blasting in through the windows. My head weighed a solid ton. When I tried to sit up, my head spun.
“f**k,” I groaned, lying back down.
I didn’t remember the last time I’d gotten blackout drunk. How much had I f*****g drunk to get to where I was? What exactly had I done last night?
Jesus Christ, I must have been obliterated.
I sat up in bed again and waited until the world stopped spinning. Then, I noticed that I wasn’t in my bed. Nor did I recognize anything. Not a damn thing.
I was shirtless but still had my pants on. At least that was a good sign. Maybe.
After a few minutes, I eased out of bed and walked into the living room. I cringed. I definitely recognized this apartment. I had, in fact, been here before. My eyes d
