[Anthony’s POV]
My head throbs, followed by my neck, as the world around me begins to come back. Beneath me is hard and cold, causing a chill to enter my body before I slowly pry my eyes open to find that I’m lying on the floor of someone’s living room.
Groaning, I slowly sit up while the room around me spins. f**k, did I drink that much to end up like this? As this thought hits, images of the previous night with Atticus and Tabitha begin to appear, and before I can even piece them together, I’m jumping up.
Letting out a growl of frustration, I take in the area around me once more and realize that I had slept on the f*****g floor of Atticus’ living room.
“Bastard,” I hiss, taking in the cup that I had been given before passing out. Lifting it, I sniff until I can make out the scent of
