C8 Morning Chaos

Angela's POV

I moved my hands to pull back the blanket—and froze. My chest tightened. I wasn’t wearing my clothes from last night. Instead, I was in a man’s shirt, way too big for me.

“Shit… what happened last night?” I muttered, panic creeping into my thoughts. I tried to remember. Bits and pieces flashed in my head, but nothing was clear.

Then I heard water running faintly from the bathroom