My head might explode. Ugh, I want to die. I take a deep breath in and rub my temples, hoping the throbbing in my skull will let up. After five deep breaths, I realize that no amount of breathing will help the hangover from Hell. “Jesus, is it really one?” a voice says from beside me. I roll over. There, on my bedroom floor, stretching and yawning, is my cousin. Her hair is a little mussed and, aside from smudged mascara beneath her eyes, she looks none the worse for wear. I glance at the clock radio on my nightstand. It’s seven minutes after one. My mind races and I try to remember if I even saw my mom last night after we came home. Things are a bit of a blur after what had gone down in Deklan’s room with Ryder. I smile to myself, a little shiver rushing through me at the memory of making out with him—and the feelings of him touching my body. The smile disappears, though, because I know that if Brooke hadn’t knocked on the door, I can almost guarantee I would have woken up this morning without my virginity intact.
