Chapter SevenThe following morning, after sleeping like the dead, I woke up kind of surprised to discover that I didn’t have a hangover. Whether that was because I’d sobered up before going to sleep, or because I’d guzzled a bottle of water to hydrate myself before going to sleep, or both of those things, I had no way of knowing, but I was definitely grateful.
Dressed in jeans and a plain, navy blue crew neck sweater, Paul was already waiting near the entrance of the hotel restaurant when I arrived for our breakfast date at ten. And, despite the fact that he was dressed much more casually than the night before, he looked just as good, even though the word gooddidn’t really cover it. With his jeans hanging low on his slim hips, and his thin sweater clinging to every muscle and hard ridge b
