Fiona's POV
I rubbed my eyes, stretching my body lazily. My hand reached out, searching for my phone in the familiar spot on the nightstand. But I couldn't feel it. Confused, I opened my eyes, and my heart skipped a beat as I was greeted by an unfamiliar room.
I sat up immediately, panic rushing through me. Okay, where the hell am I?
A sharp migraine hit me like a hammer, and I winced, holding my head. What the heck happened last night? I closed my eyes, trying to recall the events, but all I got were flashe back of drinking at the club
Oh, fuck! I knew I shouldn't have gone.
Wait... Did I really? Did I go?
I threw off the blanket, and my stomach sank. I was bare underneath. I touched my chest immediately, and reality hit me like —I wasn't even wearing a bra.
Please tell me I didn't sleep with anyone!_
My thoughts spiraled. It was painfully obvious, but I clung to hope. Maybe it's just a misunderstanding?
