Riley
I wake up with a groan, my head pounding and my mouth dry as cotton. Everything feels heavy—the sheets, the sunlight streaming through the window, even my thoughts.
Last night's fun has definitely come with a price, and my body is making sure I know it.
I rub my eyes, feeling the remnants of smeared mascara clinging to my lashes, and wince at the mess I must look like. Sitting up, I try to piece together the night, remembering flashes of dancing with Lea, Damien's intense gaze from VIP, and that kiss…
Before I can sink too deep into the memory, there's a soft knock at my door, and my stomach drops. I forgot to lock it after Callum stormed back last night.
"Riley?"
My head snaps toward the voice, and my eyes widen. Holy crap, it's Damien.
