"Ohmigod, what time is it?"

Zoe sat up sharply, her elbow digging into Brad.

"Hey, ouch!"

"Oh, sorry." She looked at the bedside clock, the numbers read five o'clock. d five o'clock. "Shit. Brad? I've got to get back to my room and hope that no one came looking for me last night."

"I'm sure they'd figure out where you were," he sniggered.

"No, no, no. You don't understand, My mother will have a fit we saw each other the night before the ...