Regret

GIOVANNI’S POV My head felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. I woke up in my bed, the morning light stabbing through my eyelids like knives. Everything hurt; my head, my body, even my fucking teeth. And I smelled terrible, like whiskey and sweat. What the hell happened last night? I dragged myself to the shower, letting the scalding water beat down on my shoulders. The heat helped, but the pounding in my skull persisted. And I was certain that I must have drunk an entire bottle. Maybe two. By the time I was dressed in clean clothes, I felt human again. The door to my room burst open without warning. Enzo stormed inside, and the look on his face made me pause mid-button. "What?" I asked. He stared at me, his jaw so tight I could hear his teeth grinding. "Enzo. What's wrong?" He didn’t respond but he looked like he was barely restraining himself from hitting me. I rolled my eyes. "For fuck's sake, what-" "Are we sleeping with the enemy now?" He asked. I frowned. "What the h