The merciless morning sun streamed through the curtains I'd forgotten to close last night. My head pounded as if someone was using it for drum practice. I groaned and buried my face deeper into the pillow, trying to escape both the light and consciousness.
What happened last night?
My memory was a foggy mess of scattered images. The birthday celebration at Vera's... too many cocktails... Sebastian Sinclair's face hovering above mine... Wait, Sebastian?
I bolted upright, immediately regretting the sudden movement as pain exploded behind my eyes. Had Sebastian really been here? Or was that just another vivid dream?
No, that couldn't be real. I'd probably just dreamed about him again. My foggy brain must have conjured his image during my drunken stupor.
The buzzing of my phone interrupted my confused thoughts. I fumbled around the bedside table and squinted at the screen. Six missed calls from my father, three from Cherry, and a dozen text notifications. What time was it?
