124: morning of regret

Third POV

The morning after the night at the club, Sebastian woke up slowly, head pounding like a drum inside his skull, the familiar ache of too much whiskey and weed hitting him all at once.

He opened his eyes to the dim light filtering through the heavy curtains in his bedroom, the familiar ceiling above him coming into focus. But the weight on both sides of the bed felt wrong, too much, too warm, too close.

He turned his head and saw Ross on his left, naked, her arm draped lazily over his chest, breathing slow and even in deep sleep. On his right was Helen, also naked, her leg thrown possessively over his thigh, body pressed flush against him.

The three of them tangled together under the rumpled sheets, skin against skin, the smell of stale alcohol, sweat, and sex still heavy in the air, clinging to the room like a bad memory he couldn’t escape.

Sebastian’s stomach turned hard, nausea rising sharp in his throat.

He didn’t remember much of the night after Fiona left the bar.