Caroline's POV:
The next morning, I woke up with a severe headache and a hangover.
But when I saw the bruises all over my body and Austin's sleeping face next to me, I wanted to die.
Why I was in Austin's bed and why were we both naked? Also, where did these bruises come from? I tried to recall what happened last night.
I got a vague memory of me breaking into Dexter's room.
The person next to me wasn't Dexter.
Had I mistaken Austin for his brother? I didn't want to remember how the rest of the evening went.
My mind felt scrambled.
I was only sure that I could never let Dexter hear about this.
Keeping an eye on Austin, who was still asleep, I picked up my clothes from the floor and hastily put them on.
"Where are you going, Caroline?"
I had a hand on the doorknob and was about to leave the room when Austin spoke up from behind me.
I turned and watched him get out of the bed.
