Tracy's POV
The very next day in the morning, I tossed around in bed, and gently sat up with my hands on my head, when I realized my head wouldn't stop banging hard.
I glanced at the wall clock in my room, and my mouth went spreading widely apart, when I saw 12 p.m.
"Why am I just waking up by this time? And, why am I in my own bed instead of his? Or, have I woken up before now?" I thought, and tried to recall how I ended up in my bed.
I could remember I asked him not to leave after being put to bed by him last night. So why did he leave and where is he?
As I was racking my brain on why my mate isn't here with me, I then suddenly recalled that I also went out with Daisy yesterday's night, and to be honest, I don't know how I left there.
"Why won't I remember? Don't tell me the Tequila got me drunk!? Oh my God, this isn't good." I thought, as I tried recalling all that had happened after taking the Tequila, but nothing was coming.