Asha
I wake the next morning with a terrible headache. The bright light hits my eyes to make things even worse. I blink several times to try to adjust and look around. For a second I am very confused. Where am I?
Wait. This is my guest room. Well, I guess it’s Max’s room now. What am I doing in Max’s room?
He isn’t here, but the side of the bed next to me is warm. He was here not too long ago. I’m not sure how I ended up in his room. I am still fully clothed in what I was wearing last night, so I guess that didn’t happen last night. Probably good that it didn’t because my emotions are a hot mess right now. I don’t need to add more complications.
I tried to recall last night. Oh. Yeah. Something did happen. I bury my face in the pillow. What did I do? I just crossed a major line betw
