Jules’ P.O.V. A couple of months ago, on January 1st.
I blinked against the harsh morning light filtering through the curtains on January first, my head throbbing with a massive hangover from the night before. As I stirred from my sleep, the memories of the night before came flooding back to me. Making me groan as I forced myself to open my eyes and wake the hell up.
I looked around the unfamiliar surroundings of Officer Drake’s apartment, the stark reality of my situation hitting me like a ton of bricks.
I drank too much
way, way too much!
What had all seemed like ‘fun’ just hours ago, now felt like a hazy blur of regret and stupidity on my part. I had let myself be swept away by Drake’s charm and allure, ignoring all the warning signs that whispered in the back of my mind from the
