Matthew's eyes fluttered open, the morning light stabbing at his skull. He groaned, shielding his face with his forearm. The room spun lazily, a hazy carousel of memory fragments—loud music, flashing lights, the taste of cheap beer, and her. His lips tingled at the thought, a phantom sensation of softness and warmth. He couldn't recall her name, but he remembered the way she had laughed, low and throaty, before pulling hi...