I woke up with a pounding headache. The liquor I drank last night had gone right through me, making me act more carefree than I usually did. Normally, I was a more reserved person but last night… I feel like I made a fool of myself.
But I had a great time with my pack. I blushed thinking about dancing with the guys, my body pressed against theirs. Parts of their body had started to respond… and I was almost disappointed that nothing came of it.
Groaning, I buried my bright red face in the soft pillow below me. How was I going to get through this?
I was convinced that the next morning I was going to be embarrassed when I saw them but when I headed downstairs, no one said a thing to me.
“Hey guys,” I greeted, blinking when they all turned to me, looking rose for wear. “Are you all okay?”
