Ivy
My mouth is as dry as a desert as I rise from my bed, and my body feels sticky, but thankfully I don’t feel hungover. As I slip into my en suite shower, I try to piece together what happened last night. Flashes of me dancing with Maleah and Sophia rush through my mind, followed by images of me kissing a random guy. Then, I draw a blank until I remember Asher kissing me and telling me about the text I sent him. Heat spreads through my body at the thought that we might have done more, but no other memory surfaces.
Once I’ve dried up, I slip into a long t-shirt and look around the room, but there’s no sign of Asher. For a moment, I wonder if I dreamt of him. Then, I hear my guest shower turn on, and my heart stops.
Biting my lip, I walk out of my room and see that Asher’s leather jacke
