(Darius' POV)
My head was still pounding—a dull, incessant ache that worsened with every passing second.
I sat up from the bed, swinging my legs over the edge.
My elbows rested on my knees, fingers buried in my hair as I tried to piece together the events of last night.
But it was like chasing shadows—fragments of memories slipping through my grasp before I could make sense of them.
Charlotte scoffed, eyeing me with amusement.
"Darius, please. Why are you acting like this? It's not like this is the first time we've had sex."
I swallowed, forcing my mind to work through the fog.
"You're lying," I said, my voice hoarse. "Nothing happened last night. You're just making things up."
Charlotte sighed dramatically, stretching like a satisfied cat.
"Why would I lie about something like that? Even though you were drunk, you enjoyed what we had. Old flames never truly die, after all."