SERENA’S POV

"Ugh, where am I?" I grumbled, as my eyes popped open,trying to adjust to the brightness. My head pounded like someone was banging inside my skull with a hammer.

I slowly pushed myself up into a sitting position, the soft cotton instantly feeling cool against my bare legs. Glancing down, I realized with a start that I was clad only in an oversized t-shirt that was not mine. The worn fabric hung loosely around my shoulders, and my chest tightened as I recognized the design. It was one of Cameron's concert tees, plus his sweet scent was all over me.

That's when it hit me. I knew this...