“Shit … I’m seriously going to be late.” I’m running around looking for my shoes and trying to get myself together before Christian picks me up for the school open day. So not with it. Still half drunk, feeling like shit and needing way more sleep. Trying not to dwell on last night, and Arry has not brought it up. He’s acting like it never happened, although we haven’t had a second to think since I opened my eyes. He is trying to help me and keeps getting in my way, clucking ...