I woke up to a bunch of missed calls from Priya. Shit! shit! shit! I stared down at myself wearing a large T-shirt, only that it wasn’t mine. I took in my surroundings for the first time and that was when it dawned on me.I had fallen asleep on the car ride after visiting the bar. In my defence I didn't want to go home in that sorry state, forced to face my depressing thoughts without Priye to distract me. She had gone on a date, yeah she was still doing that.My head was pounding.Like someone had replaced my brain with a marching band and forgotten to stop the rehearsal.I blinked at the ceiling, tall, white, and way too expensive to belong to me. Then the scent hit: something crisp and faintly masculine. Not Priye’s air-freshener-meets-coconut-chaos.My heart dropped.Oh, God.I sat up too fast and groaned. My dress was gone. My makeup was ruined. And I peered down at the large T-shirt again.Zane Cross’s shirt.“Okay, breathe,” I muttered to myself. “You can fix this. You didn’t do
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