STELLA

The hangover was horrible—everywhere ached. But unfortunately, it didn’t blur the memory of every word James and I shared last night. Everything was still crystal clear.

I blinked and turned to the side where James was supposed to be, and it was empty. I quickly sat up, my heart skipping a beat.

Dragging myself off the bed, I headed out of the room. The smell hit me first—coffee, eggs, and something that almost made me forget the throbbing in my head.

And there he was. James, ...