C27

[Camden]

I wake up with a vicious hangover, the sunlight streaming through the blinds feeling like spears in my eyeballs. My stomach rolls with the whiskey I ingested the night before, and I reach out for Kendall, groaning.

She’s not in bed, and I sit up quickly, more pain spearing through my head.

“Kendall?”

She pops her head into the door. “I’m making pancakes,” she chirps, and I blink