Nora POV
“Earth to Nora!” Chris’s voiced echoed in my ears. Somehow it sounded louder than my eardrum could bear.
Maybe it’s the hangover. But right now, if she doesn’t shut up, amma introduce her to the fluffy underside of my pillow.
Tired and exhausted from all the bumping and grinding, I rolled onto my back, now staring robotically at Chris. She was still in her pajamas and her hair in a messy bun.
Compared to the way I looked and felt, I’d say she looked like she didn’t even go out last night.
‘Why is she so loud?’ I groaned internally.
“You don’t need to shout. And why are you so chipper? Don’t you have a hangover?” I glared at her, hugging the sheet tighter to my chest.
As I pulled the sheet higher, I glimpsed the dress I wore to the club last night. Which can only mean on
