Gina
I woke up the next morning to find myself sleeping alone in my bed. My head was seriously banging from an intense headache, and I could barely keep my eyes open.
I lifted the duvet off my body to see that I was in my nightgown. I wonder how and who would have helped me change when I came home.
I can't remember all that happened last night, and I wonder about the alcoholic content of that drink that got me so high after only two glasses.
My first instinct was to check if I was okay down there. I tried listening to my body, and luckily, everything seemed fine down there, with no pains, aches, or anything whatsoever.
Most of the images seemed very blurry, but the most tangible thing I remember is being pulled out of the club by Denver and leaving behind his brothers.
My heart ski
