#Chapter 30: Out of Control

Ava I awoke to the feeling of two sensations: the warm sun filtering through the sheer curtains and hitting my pillow, and the worst pounding in my head that I had experienced in a very, very long time. With a soft groan, I cracked my eyes open to find that I had somehow managed to make it back to my bed. That was a win, at least. How much had I had to drink, anyway? Two bottles of wine? Three? When I turned my head, though, my eyes caught sight of something else: a tray on my nightstand, laden with all of the hangover essentials, ranging from water, to painkillers, to crackers. There was a note there, too. I picked up the note with a furrowed brow and unfolded it, reading its contents. “You’re still cute, even when you’re puking. -C” Upon reading the note, I instantly felt myself blush. The memories of what happened last night slowly began to flood back, most particularly a few choice moments of… I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to will those moments out of my mind