The second we got to the party, someone gave me a drink and my red cup stayed full the rest of the night, no matter how many times I thought I’d finished it. I remember bits and pieces of the night before. Brittany saying something that made me laugh hysterically, Zeke and me dancing, the two of us sneaking into a bathroom upstairs. My body is sore and my head is killing me, but as I rest against his chest I feel better than I have in weeks. As he begins to stir beside me, I glance up to find his indigo gaze on mine as he covers his mouth, releasing a wide yawn. Stretching his limbs, he pulls me closer to his chest and bends to kiss my forehead before wrapping his free arm around my waist. “Hey baby,” he says in his husky, post sleep voice. “How’d you sleep?” “Hey,” I whisper, resting my arm over his bare stomach and letting out a yawn of my own. “Good. How about you?”
