Chapter 15

I must’ve gone back to sleep at some point in the car ride through the city because I wake up completely disorientated in a familiar bed, Sarah’s loud snoring and body next to me. I sit up warily as spinning nausea and headache of the world’s worst hangover hit me, and I push down the urge to throw up.

The room is dark and quiet, but that doesn’t mean much. Jake has blackout shades on all his windows, blocking the sun whenever he wants to sleep. I scramble around under the sheets, catching the smell of him from the cushions under my head, and it instantly overwhelms me with a mix of longing, pain, and upset.

I still don’t know how to feel. Great.

I slide out and carefully tread my way to the bedroom door, not wanting to wake Sarah or anyone else, especially when I’ve no idea what time it is. I open the door slightly and hear muffled voices from the kitchen, followed by a sudden rush of brilliant light which makes my eyes smart, and I hurry to cover them from the bl