Mya’s pov
I wake up the next morning with a pounding headache. My friends and I had definitely overdone it with the mimosas and shots. I sit up and yawn when everything that had happened the night before suddenly floods back to me. Oh no. I had texted Max, telling him I missed him and wished he hadn't stopped pursuing me. He came to the rooftop, and we talked, hugged, and kissed. I even asked him to f**k me, but he refused because I was drunk.
"I'm never drinking again," I mutter. I grab my phone to call Nara as I head to the guest bedroom to check on Gaten.
"Hi," she sounds groggy.
"Still sleeping?" I laugh, opening the door to Gaten's room. He is still fast asleep.
"I'm up, I'm up. How do you feel?" she asks.
"Like s**t. And you?"
"Same."
"We should meet up for ramen. It usually
