Chapter Eighteen
ANDREA GROANED AS she rolled over, her head feeling as if the high school drumline were rehearsing inside. She reached for her head, hoping to keep it from exploding, as she forced her eyes open. She blinked a few times, hoping to focus, but nothing seemed right. That’s not my ceiling fan. She lifted her head slightly, regretting it the moment she did, and realized it wasn’t her room, either. Where the hell am I? And then everything flooded back in, and she wished she was truly drowning. “Oh, my god. What did I do?”
Picking up the covers, she glanced at her body, expecting to see flesh, but was shocked when she noticed she was still fully clothed. Not even her socks had been removed. “All right, so maybe I didn’t screw up that badly.”
Kicking the covers off, she groaned
