~Troy~
My brain seemed to be strumming a strong symphony nonstop as Jenna handed Caroline and I each a cup of coffee. Caroline kept a seat between us, head inclined like a sad puppy by my side. We were both feeling incredibly shamefully for becoming drunk last night, Jenna having to take care of both of us.
“So, what happened?” I finally asked before taking a sip of the heated coffee.
We seem to have found ourselves in a bundle of understandable silence throughout the morning as we got out of bed and got semi-ready for the day. Jenna wore a matching pajama set of rose gold cotton, her hair disheveled in a messy ponytail. I didn’t recall changing into my pajama bottoms and a white tank but I jumped out of bed with them on. Afraid to ask if Jenna had dressed me into them, I kept silent a
