Can’t remember

SERENA’S POV

"Ugh, where am I?" I grumbled, as my eyes popped open,trying to adjust to the brightness. My head pounded like someone was banging inside my skull with a hammer.

I slowly pushed myself up into a sitting position, the soft cotton instantly feeling cool against my bare legs. Glancing down, I realized with a start that I was clad only in an oversized t-shirt that was not mine. The worn fabric hung loosely around my shoulders, and my chest tightened as I recognized the design. It was one of Cameron's concert tees, plus his sweet scent was all over me.

That's when it hit me. I knew this bedroom. Knew those deep grey walls and sleek modern furniture. This was Cameron's apartment. The same loft he used to bring me all the time when we were dating. I dragged my hands down my face, trying to piece together how on earth I ended up here half naked and hungover.

"Morning sleeping beauty." Cameron's low voice came from the doorway, pulling me from my thoughts. My head snapped up to