? Author's POV?
(The Next Morning)
Bright light hits CJ square in the face, slicing into his eyes
and making his already pounding headache feel like a construction crew is jackhammering behind his skull.
He groans, and tries to angle his head away, but he can't find a
position where he isn't being blinded, he turns his whole
body, attempting to roll to the other side of the bed and bury his face in the pillows, but he's stopped by something blocking his path.
He groans again, louder this time, he starts to open her eyes to see why it feels like there's a scratchy cushion in his face and along the length of his body.
He doesn't get them open more than a c***k before he's fiercely squeezing them shut again, trying to block out the searing light and screaming headache with
