JaneVera's POV
I woke to the sunlight cutting through the half-drawn curtains of the hotel room, warm against my skin but far too bright for my pounding head. A deep, splitting ache pulsed behind my eyes, spreading down the back of my skull, followed by the bitter, sour taste of last night's alcohol still clinging to my dry tongue. My throat felt rough, parched and each breath scraping like sandpaper. The taste of whiskey still lingered, sharp and unwanted.
Then came another pain far worse than the first, an ache so deep and sharp between my thighs that I flinched the moment I tried to move. The pounding in my head reminded me I'd drunk too much last night... and that I'd done something I could never take back.
Fuck. My head throbbed again as I opened my eyes, and for a moment, I didn't
