I woke up this morning feeling like death had camped out in my throat overnight. My head was heavy, my nose stuffed, and my stomach tossed around like it was riding a rollercoaster I didn’t sign up for. I didn't know if it was because I had spent most of last night thinking about Ryans and the kiss we had.
God, I didn't want this.
First was the cramps and now this. God, I really didn't want this.
The morning light leaking through the blinds wasn’t helping either—it felt like needles stabbing my eyes. Groaning, I shoved my blanket higher and rolled over, reaching blindly for my phone on the nightstand.
The screen’s glow nearly blinded me, but what had me jolting upright wasn’t the brightness.
I could see that I had missed calls from Ryans.
And it was from last night.
I blinked at
