Fourteen

Eva cracked her eyes open to find Mason staring down at her. Smiling, she lifted her head to kiss him good morning but halfway through, she froze. Her memory flooding in. Hadn't she left his house? Why was she back there? Holy shit, was she in a time loop? Where no matter what she did, she would still end up in bed with him? He closed the distance, kissed her then asked,

"Are you sober now?"

"Was I drunk?"

"Selective amnesia is a wonderful thing. Don't you think?"

So not a time loop.

She racked her brain until she found yesterday's events. Leaving his house, Pippa convincing her to go drinking. They'd spent the whole day going to a spa, doing their nails and hair and having champagne in between. Then they'd gone shopping and finally dolled themselves up. By the time they arrived at Style Loft, they were already tipsy. Pippa suggested a drinking game and the rest was a blur. She couldn't remember what happened after that. How much had she drunk? Was she the one who called him?