Irene's POV
What… what the hell did I just do?
My heart was pounding the moment I opened my eyes. This terrible, weirdly warm feeling spread across my chest like a slow burn of embarrassment… or maybe dread. No, not maybe—definitely dread.
I feel like I've done something seriously embarrassing. The kind of thing that makes you want to scream into a pillow and never come out again.
My head was still a bit foggy, spinning lightly from last night's drinks, but one thing was clear and that I wasn't just drunk—I was wrecked. Like full-blown, black-out-the-world drunk. And that probably… no, that definitely pushed me into doing something I never thought I'd do.
But the worst part?
I remembered everything. Every goddamn second.
