I woke up to the scent of freshly brewed coffee filling the room. Blinking against the early morning light, I sat up, feeling a dull ache pulsing at my temples. It took a moment to realize I wasn't in my own bed. The familiar, sleek decor of Sebastian's bedroom surrounded me—the deep mahogany furniture, the minimalist art on the walls, and the expensive linens under me. My head throbbed, not just from the remnants of the alcohol I had drowned myself in last night, but from the mortifying realization that I didn't remember how I got here.
On the nightstand beside me, a steaming cup of coffee sat next to a small bottle of pain relief meds. I stared at the setup, the confusion morphing into a sinking feeling as pieces of the night before began flooding back in fractured flashes.
God, what did I do?
