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CHAPTER ONE
I woke up on the bathrooe and tasted worse What the hell had happened last night? The last thing I reht and the thrill of turning twenty-one, legal at last I'd been dancing with Lauren and talking to solasses with leas was true Bad things happened here, terrible things I just wanted to crawl into a ball and die Sweet baby Jesus, what had I been thinking to drink so roaned and even that made my head pound This pain had not been part of the plan
“You okay?” a voice enquired, h est of places
“Are you going to be sick again?” he asked
Oh, no
I opened reasy blonde hair aside His blurry face loomed closer I slapped a hand over my mouth because my breath had to be hideous
“Hi,” I mumbled
Slowly, he swaely familiar Impossible I’d never met anyone like him
He looked to be in his , dark hair falling past his shoulders and sideburns His eyes were the darkest blue They couldn’t be real Frankly, those eyes were overkill I’d have swooned perfectly fine without the of beauty Tattoos covered the entirety of one arm and half his bare chest A black bird had been inked into the side of his neck, the tip of its wing reaching up behind his ear I still had on the pretty, dirty white dress Lauren had talkedchoice for me on account of the way it barely contained e But this beautiful man easily had me beat for skin on show He wore just a pair of jeans, sos, and a loose white bandage on his forearly low on his hps and fit in all the right ways Even over couldn’t detract fro hi srabbed a battered black leather jacket off the floor, the one I’d apparently been using as a pillow Thank God I hadn’t puked on it Clearly, this beautiful half nadmultiple times I could have drowned in the shame
One by one he emptied the contents of his pockets out onto the cold white tiles A credit card, guitar picks, a phone and a string of condoave ed next A multitude of paper scraps tumbled out onto the floor All had nauy was Mr Popularity Hey, I could definitely see why But what on earth was he doing here with me?
Finally, he produced a small bottle of pain-killers Sweet relief I loved him, whoever he was and whatever he’d seen