I went downstairs and there was Alina, looking as gorgeous as ever even with smudged makeup and a messy braid draped over her slender shoulder.

I bounded down the stairs and embraced her. She buried her head into my torso. I heard her say a muffled "I'm sorry" into my shirt. I said it back.

I took her head into my hands and looked at those brilliant blue eyes. "I love you, Alina Hadley."

I shook these thoughts back as I popped an advil to cure my headache. I did not want to dream that dream again. But I missed her. I said all those things to satisfy that redhead but no matter how hard I tried to suppress it- I loved Alina Hadley.

"Wild night, huh?" Darin teased as he walked into the kitchen, drinking a beer. Apparently last night wasn't enough for this fucker.

I nodded, until I realized he was talking about me and Erin. She was wearing my shirt from yesterday and was sitting on the couch along with the brunette whose name I couldn't remember. I rolled my eyes.

"Where's Alina?"

He smirked. "You wanna sleep with both of them?"

I balled my fists. "No. But where is she?'

Darin shrugged. "She left a note but Erin accidentally got it wet. She probably just went home."

I needed to go find her.

No matter how nonchalant I tried to act, I fucking regret whatever happened between me and the redhead. It makes me never want to fuck anyone again. The guilt was brewing inside of me and I couldn't suppress it no matter how hard I tried. Alina had kissed Griffin but I hadn't considered that he kissed her first. Instead, I fucked her best friend. I was drunk out of my mind, but I would like to think I would have had some self control.

I pulled out my phone. Alina where are you?

If I didn't get a text back I'd scour all of Texas until I had her next to me to tell me herself.