7
Julianna
I may regret the way we ended, but Ill never regret what we had. —Unknown
My eyes felt crusted over and dried up when I tried to open them. The sunlight was obnoxious and way too damn cheerful as it streamed through the blinds of my window and prodded me out of my sleep.
Grumbling, I slapped my pillow over my face to muffle the stupid light, only to wince when all that soft cloth jostled my tender, aching temples. f**k, I’d drank way too much last night, and ended up being way too stupid.
I wasn’t sure what I regretted more: starting something with Colton, or stopping it—more aptly, stopping it the way I had.
I wanted to say starting anything with him at all had to be worse, but no…no. Those asinine words that had tumbled out of my mouth had to take that prize. All I could
