It all started when Adalyn Rose had a little too much to drink and ended up in bed with her best friend's older brother, Ashton Dawson.
They hide it from everyone hoping to forget about it, but when Ashton's psychotic ex-fling, Natalie, intrudes on...
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Adalyn's POV
My hand holds my head as my eyes force themselves open. I stay lying down, staring up at the ceiling, head pounding from last night's bad decision. I cover my face with a pillow and groan in pain.
Why do I continuously do this to myself?
Faint shades of blue start finding my view as my vision tries to focus. I carefully sit up, taking in the sight of the room, trying to remember how exactly I got here. I glance over at the desk with the pages stacked in a pile, chair neatly tucked into its spot, a typewriter squared away in the corner, but what catches my attention is the bookshelf. I'd know those books anywhere. I've been fascinated by that shelf since I was five.
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I am in Ashton's room.
I rack my brain trying to remember the events that led to this, but can't. I detangle myself from the sheets and dangle my feet off the side of the bed. I notice a glass of water and ibuprofen on the table next to me. I quickly pop the pills in my mouth and down the glass, thinking nothing of it.
My eyes widen when I look down at my clothes. It is not what I was wearing yesterday. These are definitely not my sweats.
Wait! Where is Ashton? Please tell me nothing happened.
I get out of bed and quietly make my way downstairs, praying to God that I slept in that bed alone last night. I hear a noise in the kitchen, like someone is cooking.
I am greeted with that familiar raspy voice, "Good morning."
I fumble to talk when he looks at me, "M-morn-morning."
"That was some night last night." Ashton smirks, eyeing me up and down.
Brie is definitely going to kill me for this one.
I nervously laugh and walk over to the coffee pot that already has a fresh pot. I pour some in my cup and lean against the counter to face him. "So..."
