DAISY

The next morning, a heavy hangover slammed into me. I lay flat on my back in the center of the massive king-sized bed, staring up at the spinning ceiling fan. My mouth tasted like stale wine and sugar. 

I lifted my right wrist, watching the cheap plastic beads of the blue thread bracelet catch the morning sun.

A long sigh escaped my lips. I had let him kiss me again in that dark alleyway. I had wrapped my arms around his neck and let myself pretend, but the cold clarity from last night was still sitting like lead in my stomach. 

I was using Leo to patch up the...