Eli's POV
I rolled onto my side, squinting through the morning light filtering through the curtains.
I blinked against the throbbing pain behind my eyes. The hangover headache.
I looked down at myself. I was wearing a clean grey t-shirt and sweatpants. My sheets were clean.
I fell back against the pillows, staring at that fancy white ceiling, my mind started spinning. How the hell did I get here?
I was in my own room at the mansion.
The last thing I clearly remembered was sitting at the bar with my friends.
Then, the memories hit me. It wasn't a gradual recollection; it was a sudden, violent image that made my face instantly go scorching hot.
Noel.
"No," I whispered into the quiet room. I pressed both hands over my face, digging my palms into my eye sockets as if I could push the memory out of my brain.
"No, no. That didn't happen. There is absolutely no way that happened."
The silence of the mansion was deafening. I stood up abruptly, as my knees wobbled.
