Emily’s POV

I woke up to silence.

Not the regular kind of silence though.. I mean the kind of silence that literally has you questioning your whole life choices..

For example.. Why did I agree to get up and dance with him?

Who the fuck sent me to go and drink old over fermented red wine?

Who exactly sent me to rap my mouth like a public tap to Dario?

Why exactly did I enjoy how last night ended?

Then came realization.. rushing into my head like an overpaid actor

It wasn’t the ...