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Chapter Eleven- Hangovers and Love Notes
I opened my eyes, seeing the angry glint of the sunlight slanting through the windows. I blinked quite a few times, squinting even after I did. O. . . kay. Where was I? I tried to sit up. Ah, hell. My head was pounding. Oh, gosh. What just happened?
Looking around, my jaw dropped open. I cannot believe this.
Did I just sleep on a couch at Camden’s house?
The smell of beer was still in the air. What happened just sort of flashed back in my mind. Arriving here. Cam pulling me through the crowd. Blake kissing with someone else. Cam laughing with Adriana. Me, drinking beer.
The last one pulled me up short.
Me. Drinking beer.
Dear God.
Somebody emerged from the kitchen. “Awake, sweetheart?”
I gagged, my mouth gaping. My jaw was practically on the floor. Trust me, I did not just stare at Camden Sun’s upper body just because he was wearing nothing but his sleeping boxers. I did not, okay? Okay? Okay, fine. So maybe a little. But just a little. Really, it was, like, a nanosecond or something. Or maybe two seconds. Or three. Or—
Oh forget it.
“What? I could take the rest off, sweet.” He smirked.
I immediately looked away. “Shut up.”
He chuckled. “No good morning?”
“What’s so good about it? And what the hell am I doing here?” I was about to stand up, still not looking at him.
“Relax. Just sit back. You probably have a hangover.”
Well, I did have a hangover, yeah. But no, I wasn’t going to “relax” or “sit back.” After all, I was in a room with some crazy person wearing nothing but his boxers.
“I’m leaving,” I said.
“Well, genius, you walking home?”
I looked at him this time. “What?”
“Jake is still knocked out, just so you know,” he told me. “And I don’t think you’d even want to know where he placed the car keys.” Another smirk was playing on his lips.
My eyes widened. Oh, for the love of Pete. “Did you just say that—” I couldn’t even continue my question. Thinking about it was already enough to make my head pound, as if it wasn’t pounding already. “I will never touch those keys again!”
He laughed. “Really.”
I stood up, but when the things around me swirled, I just plopped back down to a seat. “I hate this.”
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Comédie‘He went out of the room. In his boxers. Again. Like the laws and principles of the universe, which were scientifically proven, I couldn’t help but scowl. He smirked. “Well, stop drooling all over me.” I wrinkled my nose. “Right. Good luck with you...
