I woke to the sensations of a throbbing skull and a rolling stomach and found, to my half-conscious dismay, that burying my head under the pillow did nothing to help either.
Great. Just fantastic.
With a groan, I sat up, yawning and stretching in the early morning light.
Surveying the room through foggy eyes, I glanced over the generic furniture, sighing at the haphazard spray of discarded clothes from the night before.
A moment's stillness revealed two things:
One, my hangover wasn't as bad as it could have been.
Two, I desperately needed to pee.
Giving in to biology, I stood and staggered to the bathroom, alleviating one issue before downing a couple Tylenol to deal with the other.
As I swallowed, I looked up, surveying the disheveled mess in the mirror.
And, letting my thoughts trail back to last night, I felt my cheeks burn at the memory.
Oh, god - did I really...
My eyes widened with dawning horror.
Oh, god, I did.
All of my drunken antics came flooding back in vivid, agonizing detail; the intrusive questions, the almost kiss, the confession...
Numbly, I watched as my hands trembled against the counter.
At least I didn't tell him everything.
Pushing away, I crossed the room, stripping as I went. When I reached the shower, I twisted the knob to the hottest setting and stepped in, hissing as the scalding water hit my skin.
Too late...
My eyes closed, and I could hear them like it was yesterday.
The jeering taunts.
The vicious barbs.
The absolute cruelty that haunted my memories.
Grabbing the travel-sized container of soap, I lathered my bath pouf and scrubbed like I could wash those years away.
You're halfway across the country. You left that girl far behind.
But, as I felt the suds rinse down my body, I wondered-
-was it far enough?
I was finishing with my packing when my phone buzzed. Walking over to the desk, I picked it up to find a new message from Malcolm:
"Want to grab breakfast?"
Seconds later, another message appeared:
"I could also bring you something if you're not feeling up to it?"
A ghost of a smile formed on my lips, and I replied, "I'll be down in a minute."
Slipping on my shoes, I went to take my room key out of my purse when a knock rang at the door.
Curious, I crossed over and looked through the peephole.
Malcolm stood on the other side.
Eyeing him suspiciously, I asked, "I thought we were going to meet downstairs?"
I saw him smirk as he looked up, "We're on the same floor. I figured it'd be wasteful to make the elevator take two trips."
Incredulous, I replied, "Uh-huh. 'Wasteful'."
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I'm the Alpha's Crush (18+)|✔️
WerewolfShy bookworm Sophie liked her nice, quiet life - but her world is about to be rocked when her incredibly attractive Alpha, Malcolm drunkenly confesses his feelings. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Sophie Bennett was nobody's main character...
