Mya’s pov

I wake up the next morning with a pounding headache. My friends and I had definitely overdone it with the mimosas and shots. I sit up and yawn when everything that had happened the night before suddenly floods back to me. Oh no. I had texted Max, telling him I missed him and wished he hadn't stopped pursuing me. He came to the rooftop, and we talked, hugged, and kissed. I even asked him to fuck me, but he refused because I was drunk.

"I'm never drinking again," I mutter. I grab my phone to call Nara as I head to the guest bedroom to check on Gaten....