As I sip the water slowly, I slide out of bed wearing his shirt and start searching for my phone. It’s not dead, which already feels like a small miracle until I catch my reflection on the black screen and nearly scream.
I swipe open the camera app and my jaw actually drops.
Oh my God.
Did I look like this when Justin was staring at me? Was my hair seriously giving abandoned bird’s nest? And my face, puffy?
A horrified groan slips out of me and I gulp the rest of the water, plopping the cup onto his nightstand. I scramble to fix myself, like seriously, he watched me for hours and didn’t warn me I looked like a mess? Ugh.
After staring at my reflection for a solid minute and realizing nothing short of a shower could save me, I dash to the bathroom. Ten minutes later, feeling slightly
