If Gavin didn’t pressure the hospital, who did?

Jessie’s POV

Sunday, 7am

I blinked my eyes open, my head throbbing with the kind of pain I couldn’t explain.

I shook my head, trying to clear it, but it only became worse.

I struggled to sit up with visible efforts. As I looked around my surroundings, I realized how different it was from Gavin’s home.

The question of where I am was immediately answered when Greg Benedict entered the

room with a tray of food.

My eyes widened in shock… not because of the person standing before me but because he was wearing nothing but shorts.

Fear gripped me. What if I had done something stupid like that night with Gavin? What if I’d slept with someone else?!

I panicked.

My heart pounded in my chest. I shouldn’t be here.

Greg was a long time college friend, one whose path and I crossed a few times.

Although I couldn’t completely recall how I ended up in his house, one thought superseded all— I needed to be home.

I jolted up from the bed, throwing on my jacket.

“Greg, thanks. Thank you so much for br