Standing in the middle of the sidewalk, trying to figure out exactly what's happened makes me shake. I've lost an entire night. I'm in a place I've never seen before. Aiden ran after me when I tried to flee.
And yet . . . and yet I'm not sick. I don't have a headache. The only shaking I'm doing is out of pure adrenalin rush because . . . because nothing is normal. Even if it is exciting.
I lick my lips and Aiden's eyes dart to watch the movement. The look on his face makes my stomach clench in the best way. But I can't think like that.
I've been out all night. My parents are going to kill me!
Aiden's right there, watching me warily. He doesn't look angry, just uncertain.
"How do you feel?" he asks carefully.
I consider the question. "Fine." I clear my throat. "But . . . I lost some time."
He nods. "You took a much bigger, um, dose than I meant to give."
