*Dove*

My head was pounding like a bitch.

I was never drinking again. Those fruity drinks had been devil juice sent straight from hell.

I groaned, rubbing the side of my head, trying to soothe the pounding. The last thing I remembered was leaving the restaurant with Dylan and—

My eyes snapped open and I sat up in a very large bed. My hands patted my body and I sighed with great relief when I felt clothes. But then the relief was short-lived when ...