Daylight seeped through the curtains, pulling me from the haze of sleep. My head no longer felt like someone was drumming inside it, though there was still a faint reminder of the vodka shots I had taken. Well, too many of them, if I were being honest. I stretched, groaning a little, and muttered under my breath, “Never again. I swear, I’ll never drink that much again.” 

The bed beside me shifted. Ace was still curled up, face half-buried in the pillow, his hair messy, his ...