The first throb came at her temple.

Then, directly in the center of her skull, like someone was drilling into her brain with a rusty bit.

Kate let out a groan.

"Oh God… who put a blender in my head?" she grumbled, bringing a hand to her forehead. "And why do I feel like they left it running all night?"

She cracked one eye open.

Blink.

And her gaze slowly swept across the room.

No… no way.

"Am I… at home?" she murmured, struggling to sit up.

She looked down, and her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when she saw she was in her underwear.

"Wait… why am I in my underwear? And who changed me?" She started piecing the puzzle together like a ticking time bomb. "The last thing I remember was… the bathroom… Grayson… and he was so close… he almost kissed me…"

Her breath caught, and she froze for a second. Then she buried both hands in her face.

"No…" she whispered, horror rising. "No, no, no. Tell me we didn't have sex. Tell me we didn't—"

Right then, she paused