Annabelle

I wake with a start, my heart racing as I blink against the unfamiliar light streaming through curtains that aren't mine. For a moment, I'm disoriented, until the events of last night come rushing back in vivid detail. My head is killing me.

How I'd had one too many drinks. How I'd called Nolan when I couldn't drive myself home. How all of those decisions ended me up back here, in his bed, wrapped in sheets that smell like him.

The space beside me ...