–Jane–
I jerked away the instant I saw the ring on his finger.
For one wild, sickening second, I thought I'd slept with a married man.
Then my eyes slid to my own hand.
Same band. Same cut. Same weight.
My stomach dropped.
I married him.
Last night.
In a blur of neon lights and alcohol and noise. I remembered him kneeling—one knee on the floor, people cheering, my laughter slurring into something that sounded like yes. A hard party. A stupid, careless night.
"Oh, fuck."
The words ripped out of me as I stumbled toward the bathroom. My knees hit the floor in front of the toilet and my body folded in on itself. Acid burned up my throat. Bitterness filled my mouth. I vomited until my ribs ached and my eyes watered.
Somehow, it helped.
"Babe," Logan's voice floated in from somewhere behind me.
I retched again. A hand gathered my hair, firm but gentle, keeping it out of my face. Another hand rubbed slow circles on my back.
"I told you not to drink more," he murmured.
