Chapter 11 The Morning After

• Chase’s P.O.V
• I woke up with a sharp inhale, my chest rising like I’d just broken through the surface of water. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The room was dim, morning light just barely seeping in through the blinds. My eyes darted around wildly—cream-colored walls, black-out curtains, a dresser I didn’t recognize. Panic twisted in my gut. Where the hell was I? Why did my mouth taste like whiskey and regret?
• “Good morning, sleeping beauty.”