The morning after the engagement party massacre, I woke up in silk sheets, tangled in a sea of white, gold, and the scent of victory.

I spent the night in Shane's house because why not, we both drunk ourselves to sleep last night.

Celebrating our little win.

Sunlight poured into Shane's bedroom through the tall glass windows, illuminating the quiet aftermath of chaos.

I lay on my stomach, hair fanned out on the pillow, a smug smile tugging at my lips as I slowly stretched. Shane ...