Anu;
I spend the first twenty minutes of my shift trying not to think about the fact that I woke up this morning wearing Zane's shirt.
Which, unfortunately, only makes me think about it harder.
My fingers tighten around the cup I'm wiping as heat creeps into my face again.
Goodness!!
I buried my face in my hands for a full five minutes after waking up. Because not only was I in his shirt… I had absolutely no memory of how I got into it.
None.
My memory of last night feels like somebody took a sponge to my brain and wiped away random parts for entertainment.
I remember drinking… I remember crying. I remember throwing up, and I vaguely remember accusing Zane of looking like a handsome serial killer.
And then… Nothing.
I remember nothing else. I just woke up tucked into bed properly with water on my bedside table, medicine beside it, a bucket nearby, and his stupidly clean black shirt hanging halfway down my thighs.
I nearly passed away from embarrassment.
The worst part?
