Chapter 222

• I must’ve gone back to sleep at some point in the car ride through the city because I wake up completely disorientated in a familiar bed, Sarah’s loud snoring and body next to me. I sit up warily as spinning nausea and headache of the world’s worst hangover hit me, and I push down the urge to throw up.
• The room is dark and quiet, but that doesn’t mean much. Jake has blackout shades on all his windows, blocking the sun whenever he wants to sleep. I scramble around under the sheets, catching the smell of him from the cushions under my head, and it instantly overwhelms me with a mix of longing, pain, and upset.
• I still don’t know how to feel. Great.