It’s gonna be me

NOAH

The faint sting of sunlight on my face dragged me out of sleep. I cracked my eyes open, only to shut them again — the light was too damn bright.

A few seconds passed. Then I pushed myself up, breath heavy, head pounding. The first thing that hit me wasn’t the headache — it was a woman's perfume scent.

I sat there, still, blinking. Did I bring someone home?

I rubbed my hands over my face, trying to gather the pieces — but nothing came. Blank. I was wasted last night, that much was clear.

Dragging myself toward the bar, I found a half-empty bottle of bourbon and poured myself a shot. The burn in my throat helped bring some of it back.

Right — my dad.

He said something that pissed me off. Something about my work. Tried to take credit, diminish it, like he always did. Like I was some reckless, immature kid still trying to prove a point.

And I lost it. Threw a punch. That part hit clear as day.

Then… I came home.

With Dianne.

I turned quickly, scanning the room. S