*~Hazel's POV~*
The first thing I noticed was the ceiling. It wasn't spinning anymore, but my head still throbbed like a drum being pounded from the inside.
My mouth was dry, my limbs heavy, and there was the faint taste of something sour on my tongue..alcohol. Strong, lingering alcohol.
"What the hell…" I mumbled, sitting up slowly.
I was in my bed. Tucked in neatly, even. How the hell had I gotten here? I didn't remember walking myself upstairs. I must've passed out and forced someone..probably multiple someones to drag me here like a sack of potatoes. They probably had to bribe a few omegas just to carry me without dropping me down the stairs. Ugh.
I winced at the thought.
Then the memories started to flood in, like a slow-motion car crash I couldn't stop watching. Cayden's eyes, the warmth in his voice, the damn alcohol in my system making me too honest. I groaned and pressed both hands against my face, hiding from the shame crawling up my neck.
Oh god.
