(The Right Kind of Wrong, Book 3)
SPOILERS FOR THE RIGHT KIND OF WRONG
After years in jail and endless guilt, Hannah Carson has a new shot at life. What will she do when she realizes that nothing is how it was? She has to start over; from having eve...
It's not that I don't care, I wish I could be there
I hate to run away when I feel unprepared
-Can't Get Enough by James Carter ft. Carmen Rose
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Hannah
Every single part of my body was sore.
I moved, feeling my aching muscles tense with just the attempt. I was afraid to open my eyes because something didn't feel right. It felt...strange. I didn't know much, but I did know that the mattress I'd slept on felt...weird. Not only that, but my head was my head throbbing and I was sure I wasn't wearing a tight dress anymore.
Hannah, what did you do?
I gulped, shifting once again on the bed, my eyes opening wide when I heard footsteps coming from a bathroom nearby.
"Oh shit," I gasped, looking down at my body, covered by a man's shirt. "Oh shit, shit, shit, fuck."
"That's a good way to start the morning; cursing. How does it typically work out for you?"
What?
Oh no.
Oh. My. God.
Derek smiled back at me from the door with an amused expression, but my heart was racing. My last memory was of dancing with Blake, then vagueness. I remembered walking up to Evie's house, then not being there. More dancing. My cheeks flushed when the memory of Derek's lips on mine came to mind.
Make love to me.
"Oh my God," I groaned, taking the sheets and pulling them over my body. "Oh my God, what the hell happened?"
Derek raised his eyebrows, his lips tilted up slightly. "What do you mean?"
"Last night, Derek. I just remember bits and pieces. What did we do?"
"Hm," Derek sat next to me on the bed, the scent of his recently washed body invading my senses. "Where do you want me to start? Because there is plenty for me to tell you."
I shook my head, wrapping my arms around my body. "Stop this. What happened?"
"You got drunk. You danced with Blake. You forced me to sing High School Musical." I cursed, pulling the sheets over my head. Derek continued. "Then, I decided to take you to Evie's but apparently you forgot your keys so I had to bring you to my house." I felt him take the sheets away from my face, so I covered myself with a pillow. For whatever reason, Derek wasn't having it. He took that too, exposing my flushed face. "Wait for it, this is the good part. We danced here."
