Darren's POV
"Fuckkkk! Where are my clothes?"
I woke up to a banging headache, my naked body sprawled on my bed. My mind was blank and I found it hard to recall the later parts of the night.
"Did Felicity come in here again?"
I could only target my question to the air as I struggled to sit up. I pulled myself to the headboard, massaging my temples in a bid to ease my headache. I looked around the room, hoping to find clues that would help me figure out what happened.
The sun was high, the light easily filling the room from underneath the curtains. My eyes found the clock and I nodded, confirming that it was well into midday. Whatever happened last night must have knocked me out.
It wasn't the alcohol because I was immune to intoxication. It couldn't be sex because I would have remembered who it was and how it happened.
