I never knew that the sun could be so unforgiving.
I groan, rolling onto my stomach and shoving my face into the pillow to avoid the blinding rays flooding in through the windows. Throbbing pain pounds against my skull as the world spins behind my closed eyes.
I swallow dryly, tasting traces of humiliation and rum from the night before.
Ugh.
What the hell was I thinking?
Then do it. Do it, Owen.
He was hesitant about kissing me. And like a foolish, desperate idiot, I dared him. I basically begged him to kiss me—to take me back to his room and fuck me.
Stupid, stupid girl.
In reality, what did I think was going to happen? Owen was going to sweep me off my feet, carry me back to the room, and confess his undying love for me?
How could I have been so naïve and reckless?
Maybe I reallywasthat drunk. Except I don’t feeldrunk in the memories.
I actually remember feeling somewhat sober at the club. Horny and carefree?Yes.But not drunk.
Now I feel the complete opposite. Embarrassed and ashamed.
He pulled away.
Owen was the one who stopped things from going any further between us. He made the smart, level-headed decision, while I showed my ass and spilled my delusional heart all over the sandy dancefloor.
A pit forms low in my stomach.
Our friendship will never be the same after last night.
I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve ruined everything. Not only did I distort the lines of our relationship, but I’ve also destroyed any chances of ever having anything more with Owen.
But who am I kidding? That was never going to happen anyway…
I think back to when we were devouring each other's lips, and I could’ve sworn he was into it. I felt the way his body responded to mine—the way he pulled me closer as his obvious erection dug into my belly.
I remember how he tangled his fingers in my hair and tilted my head to get a deeper angle.
But maybe that was all just a reaction. Purely physical. His anatomy responding to mine with nothing deeper behind it.
What if he thought I came on too strong and didn’t know how to say no?
Oh God.
I feel like I’m going to be sick, and not from my hangover. My heart rate spikes and my stomach drops as a flood of panic rushes from my head to my toes.
Calm down.
Breathe.
This will pass.
The hangover anxiety mixed with my overwhelming guilt is only making it worse.
The last thing I need right now is to have a massive panic attack on top of everything else.
