I wake up to Payton’s firm palm on my shoulder. It takes a few seconds before my eyes adjust, but I immediately smell coffee.
“Mornin’,” he says in his gruff tone. I sit up and realize I’m in my b*a and panties, so I quickly lift the sheet to cover myself. When he hands me the cup, I inhale the scent of freshly roasted beans.
“Mornin’. What time is it?”
“Just after six.”
My head throbs as soon as I adjust my position. “s**t. I drank too much.”
He chuckles darkly. “That’s the understatement of the century. How do ya feel?”
“Like someone punched me in the back of the skull and then threw me in front of a tractor. Please tell me I didn’t embarrass myself.” I suck in a deep breath, hoping I can look my parents in the face later.
“Nah, I got you outta there before you made a complete and
