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...