Your phone was blowing up next to your head. As you peeled your eyes open, you instinctively hissed.

"Turn that damn thing off." Paige mumbled against your skin, half asleep, her arm hugging your waist tighter.

You had a migraine, your stomach grumbled, and you felt pleasantly sore between your legs—and that's when you recalled the events of your drunken night, drunken mistake.

You recognized your surroundings, and a specific blonde who peacefully snored on your bare chest.

You had hooked up with your brother's best friend, and as if the situation couldn't get any worse, you're brother was the one calling.