When I rolled over, I realized I wasn’t in my own bed. Shit. My head was pounding. “Good morning, Sunshine,” Dean said as he walked into the room holding a glass of water and two pills. I sat up and took them, and then I looked down to find I was wearing a T-shirt that wasn’t mine. “Whose shirt is this?” “Mine.” “Why?” “Did you want to sleep in clothes that reeked like that party?” I shook my head. “I didn’t think so.” I covered my face, wondering how I got to be such a mess. He sat down on the bed next to me and leaned against the headboard. “So,” he said. “Do you want to tell me why you were crying when I found you? Other than the fact that that asshole was taking advantage of you?” I shook my head. “I don’t want to talk about it.” “Kenzie told me I should ask you,” he said. Damn Kenzie. “Why did you do this?” I asked. “Do what?” “This,” I said, looking around. “Why am I here?” “Friends do things for each other,” he said flatly.
