Her mouth felt stuffed with cotton, her head felt three times its normal size, and her first attempt to open her eyes were met with significant resistance. She rubbed her hands over her face and focused on her fuzzy memories of the night before. Her and Nassir, dinner in the treehouse, the kiss… She bolted upright in bed, then clutched the mattress as the room spun around her. Oh, God. The kiss. After several more moments to allow her equilibrium to settle, Janna stumbled from the bed and headed for the bathroom. Half an hour later, she’d showered and brushed her teeth and felt at least marginally human again. The two aspirin she’d swallowed had definitely helped. She took a deep breath and hung her head. No way around it. She couldn’t stay here. Not after making out with the groom. That was not who she was. She was a professional. These things simply did not happen to her. She placed all of her toiletries back into her travel bag then headed back into bedroom.
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