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~•Maya•~

I rolled onto my back and stiffened for a second before peeling my eyes open. My gaze landed on the space next to me.

It was empty.

Which was strange—because I know Liam isn’t an early bird.

I sat up and immediately felt a splitting headache shoot through my skull. I groaned, pressing both hands to the sides of my head.

Goddamn that drink.

If I remember correctly, I’d only had two glasses—two little glasses—and this is what I get in return? A pounding skull, heavy head, and eyelids that weighed a ton.

If I had it my way, I’d go back to bed. It was comfortable anyway.

But then again, Liam might be in the bathroom—and the last thing I need right now is an awkward encounter. For the sake of my mental health, I definitely don’t want to see him in a towel.

I dropped my hands from my head and got off the bed, slowly making my way to the door. Walking felt like work, and it did nothing to help the thumping in my skull.

What was the name of that drink again?

Something with an H? No—w